Burned Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

He was the worst of the worst Serith had warned the world about. Holding Diana’s burnt body in his arms, Zephyr Darkken lumbered all the way from the Wenos pack to the Jupitus pack with his charred body. The ground he walked on burst into flames. Such malignant and roaring flames any force of nature couldn’t put off, not even God.

Lucian quickly circled back, his strong wings straining against the sheer force of the flames that threatened to engulf him. With a surge of adrenaline and unwavering determination, Lucian raced back to the mountaintop where he had left Sarai and Caspian, his wings slicing through the air with incredible speed. The raging inferno trailed closely behind, spreading with alarming velocity, threatening to devour them and reduce their existence to ashes.

I asked. Victor shook his head frantically. “You burned him ,” I said. Tears streamed down his face now. “Serena, please…” “This isn’t just for him,” I said. The flame burned steadily in my hand.“It’s for the girl you tried to erase.” Victor sobbed. “Don’t do this!” For a moment, the only sound on the terrace was the wind moving across the skyline. Then I let the lighter fall, the flame touched the gasoline and Fire exploded across Victor’s body.

I, too, landed, scanning the area for my Rebel group, Jennifer, Susan, and my mates. “Leia,” Xavier rushed to my side, his face etched with concern. I felt the healing warmth of his magic as he began to mend my injured shoulder, where the bone gruesomely protruded. Beside us, Kai's anger was palpable. With a determined look, he unleashed his dark fire magic upon Heather. She had no time to react. The black flames enveloped her, drawing a pained moan from her lips.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

"I don't know. It was probably the person who tried to burn Mrs. Potter to death." When Warren heard this, his breathing stopped. At the time, Skyler had been pregnant. The person who wanted to kill her must have wanted her unborn child. In her dreams, she kept calling out for Wayne. Could it be that her burns were from the fire that took Wayne's life? Warren couldn't breathe when he thought of this. Wayne, the fire, the child. Could the unborn baby in Skyler's womb have something to do with the Larkin family? Or more accurately, did it have something to do with his father, Chester?

My imaginative and prescient blurs and the room spins. "Noah, please," I croak, my voice slightly audible. "You whore," he growls. "Two months far from me, and you’re already dozing with your ‘buddy’?" "It's not…" I attempt to explain, but the phrases catch in my throat as I choke. "Sir, please let her move!" Mary Anne’s voice cuts via the fog. Noah’s grip loosens, and I collapse to the ground, coughing violently. "She’s satisfactory," Noah snaps, his tone icy.

The rest of the group follows as we make our way closer to the fire. She reaches for an a piece of ember bark that sits in a bowl near the fire. Lyra takes a deep breath, and throws the ember bark into the fire. "I'm afraid I will never be enough." she says so softly I almost don't hear her. The ember bark burns so brightly I have to look away. My gaze collides with Callan who has a blonde sitting comfortably on his lap. Something ugly burns in my stomach. I force myself to look away, and direct my attention back to the fire. My thoughts begin to spin as I try to settle on what fear I'm going to give up.

In a world where everyone chased immortality like it was the only answer, she learned something quieter—and way more dangerous. Turns out the only thing worth trying to reach… was the heart she’d left burning in her wake. ............................................................................. On the morning the Wen Clan’s eastern wing burned, Wen Lihua, sixteen, lay trapped under a fallen pine beam. Her mourning robes—bright white, now streaked with ash and blood. She still had her hand out, reaching for her mother’s jade tablet. No one bothered to check if she was breathing.

As this beautiful display of power faded back into the night, a burning line of fire traced its way down through the sky, splitting it like a curtain in a blaze of orange. Project Terminus had fallen.