Burn Novels & Stories

Rushing over to him, Rose fell to her knees and tried to feel for a pulse, her fingers aching from the burns as she pressed them against Sebestian warm but almost stone-like skin. "Sebestian, Sebestian please" Rose pleaded as she tried to find any sign of life. She couldn't feel a pulse, a heartbeat, the mate-bond felt broken, and Sebestian seemingly wasn't breathing, the only thing in her favor was the fact that he was warm to the touch even though they must have both been out for hours. Scent, it must be some kind of scent Rose thought as she in a state of panic fought through the pain as she searched for her phone.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

I yelled running out in the field holding my hand over my nose trying not to breathe in too much smoke “ Andrew, Hunter! Get someone to put out this fire and quick!” I yelled only getting a nod in return “ Briella!!” I yelled looking around. I couldn't see much of the smoke until I saw red feathers laying on the ground following the trail and my eye almost popped out of my head. There she layed on the ground her body still her pulse has gone weak. Her skin is burnt to a crisp but you can tell her wolf is slowly trying to heal her as her flesh turned from a dark color to a light grey.

"I remembered my exact words being, Ashley, if you play with fire, you'll get burned, you'll burn really bad," TO BE CONTINUED…

Ken stood up and walked towards the fire place. He pressed a button and out came a small drawer. He picked out a cigarette, lighted it using the lit fire place. “Where is she?” Ken questioned, facing the roof, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’m sorry boss.” Ben pleaded, going on his knees. “She…she got away, I’m sorry boss.” Ben stammered. “You’re sorry?” Ken questioned, facing him and giving Ben a harsh look. Ken turned backing him, “you know I have zero tolerance for failures but as a close and trusted friend I forgive you." He spoke, his cigarette in his mouth, hands backwards.

The scar under his ribs began to burn. This time, the pain did not feel like warning. It felt like a door opening inside him. Lucas bent over the box, fighting for air, while Adrian reached for him and Noah shouted his name. Somewhere deep beneath his skin, something answered with one soft, steady beep in the cold rain falling.

"I don't think I can do this." "Yes, you can." "No. I really can't. This is too much." "You're doing fine." "I'm not fine. I'm dying." "You're not dying. It just feels that way." Another wave hit. Worse than the others. I couldn't breathe through this one. "Ronan." "I've got you." "Something's wrong." "Nothing's wrong. This is normal." "No. Something is wrong. This is different than before." He checked my forehead. "You're burning up."

Harding snapped, cutting through the fog in my brain. My gaze dropped to the beaker. Shit. It was bubbling. A warning boil that was about to go nuclear. “Shit,” I muttered under my breath, reaching too late to pull it off the burner. The thing hissed like it was alive, then boom—a puff of smoke exploded upward, licking orange flames across the workbench. “Watch it!” Bennett barked. He was already on his feet, grabbing the fire extinguisher from the wall and snuffing it out.

It didn’t vaporize; it *ignited*. Purple flame, cold and malevolent, erupted from the stove’s mouth, engulfing the skillet, Leo’s hands, and Dominic’s arm up to the elbow. It burned with an eerie, silent intensity, consuming flesh and metal alike. The smell wasn’t smoke; it was ozone and charred meat and something deeply, biologically wrong.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-