Burn Novels & Stories

As a result… The moment he turned off the fire, the burnt pot made a loud sound. It exploded! The few hundred degree Celsius pot debris flew toward his arms. Like a big chunk of burning iron, it burnt his white shirt and left a burn mark on his arm. Anthony quickly tossed it away, but the huge red mark still remained on his arm. The entire patch of his skin was burnt. The patch blistered and turned red, and the pain seared throughout his body. Anthony’s face contorted tightly as he walked to the water tap to wash off the wound. “Daddy

Item: Basic Fire Bomb Item Level: 5 Item Type: Uncommon Item Cooldown: 1 second (one bomb) 10 minutes (three bombs in 5 seconds) Blast Range: 5 meters Description: A one-time use item that does minimal damage on contact but adds the Burn> effect on the target. Burn> does flat 50 damage every 5 seconds and lasts for 5 minutes. If used on targets weak to fire, the burn damage is doubled. Burn> can be stacked up to three times.

Yup, breakfast had literally been one burnt fest. Moving on with the burning, she almost burnt her shirt during the act of ironing it. Although the fabric hadn't actually burnt burnt, it did spot a horrible imprint of her Ecco iron plate so that particular shirt would always require her to throw something over it every time that she would wear it. As she had been exiting, she had come plummeting into the wall on her way out of the door and blindly walked into a pile of dog poo on the driveway. Her Friday was turning out real peachy.

Amanda screamed when she saw Alex going back. "Run!" He managed to shout, groaning in pain. "Go after her!" One of them shouted to the other, he nodded and ran out of the room. He faced Alex when they were alone, a ugly sneer on his face. "I would kill you now, but Torento would love to do that himself, today is his birthday did you know?" "Fuck you!" Alex wheezed out, at the impact his throat had landed on the toilet brush and he found it really hard to speak with the pain. He coughed out, trying to breath normally.

As soon as I made it in the door, Zaria begins to tell me that today wasn't going to get any better. I took a deep breathe and prepared myself for the mountain of bad news. "What happened?" I asked. "We mixed up two orders again and the big oven has gone out." She replied. I just couldn't believe my day. I went in my office and closed the door. I needed a moment to get myself together. I called my delivery guys and sent them back to the events they had delivered the cupcakes. I had them both switch addresses and had them deliver to the right customers. At this point was fustrated. I had to pause a minute. I felt a small headache coming on. I still needed the oven fixed.

Set Fire and Burn Trigger Warnings: Abduction, Violence, Murder/Assassination, Strong Language, Sex, Death, Substance Abuse, Dismemberment, Blood/Gore, Mutilation of Corpse, Sexual Assault, Crude Language, Immolation, Imprisonment, Voyeurism, Illegal Activities, Bondage, Prejudice, and Miscarriage. Not all family is blood, some family is found. Wounds take time to heal. Now shut up, sit down, and read this book like a good little mortal.

Something deeper. The other rose slower. Red stained the fur. Dried in patches. Still wet in others. It took him a second to realize it was Hawk. Quill crouched low, his limbs trembling from effort, the burn deep and constant now. Every instinct screamed to run to him, to protect him, to fix what had been done. But he couldn't even stand without shaking.

Conrad glanced at Britney coldly. “You’ve done your checkup?” “You don’t have to worry, Mr. Maxwell. I didn’t suffer any injuries.” Britney looked at Conrad with some fear in her eyes. Conrad looked at her face. There was a red boil the size of a fingernail on her face. It must have been caused by the ash falling on her face during the fire. “Is… Is there something wrong with my face?” Britney anxiously covered her face. “Am I ugly?”

She watched as Bonnie curled in a ball covering her now exposed bra as she sobbed. "Shit." Lorenzo muttered before walking out the room. And shit indeed.

Looking over my chart and some paperwork, he exchanged a few glances with the nurse and whispered some orders to her. “Your blood pressure is elevated, Miss Emma, and your blood work is a little bit off” I heard his voice. “I have added some medication, antibiotics and some immunity boosters, including a higher dosage of the pain meds. You have had a massive concussion and second degree burns on over 60% of your body” he clarified.