Burned Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

**POV Alpha Luke** The scene before me was one of devastation, with wreckage and ashes bearing witness to the ferocity of the fire that had consumed the pack. My beta, with a mournful expression, delivered the news I feared: Lily had disappeared, and the carnage in the village was overwhelming. The attentive gaze of my beta reflected the mourning of the pack as he mentioned the likelihood of Lily not surviving the dense smoke.

"She doesn't deserve to be dragged into this. There's got to be another way, Anita." "It's over, Dannie. Your perfect life is about to come crashing down." Tears welled up in my eyes as I watched Anita reach into her pocket and pull out a lighter. She ignited it and dropped it onto the gasoline coated floor. "Goodbye, Dannie," She taunted as she walked out of the room, "Enjoy the flames." The fire began to spread rapidly, the crackling of the flames drowning out my cries. I was trapped, and there was no escape. As the smoke thickened, I thought of Adrian, the man I loved, and I wished I had given him one more chance.

She really wanted a solution to this, and if she could get her proof, she could have the case reopened and get her job back. “Just out of curiosity, did you ever find the second victim?” China asked and Zina shook her head negatively. “The building got burnt to the ground. There is no way she would have survived it unless...” Zina trailed off as a realization dawned on her. “Unless she started the fire.” China completed Zina's sentence, an evil grin on her face. “That has to be it. If that's truly the case then...”

Kane leaned back in his chair, the city stretching endlessly beyond the glass. His thoughts drifted to Mona. The way she blushed under his touch. The way she kissed him back. The way she looked at him without fear. She had said yes. And Kane did not take that lightly. He would take care of her. He would make her feel safe. Make her trust him enough to tell him about the nightmares he knew she carried. Because he understood something most people never did. Some scars never fade. And some demons never stop chasing.

He crouched down, his fingers curling under my chin and making the sparks from his touch rush through me; pleasurable, yet equally painful. He was so close… yet so far away… "That would be far too easy… but I assure you, when I'm done with you, you’ll wish you were never born." "You don’t mean that…" "Watch me." He turned away, pushing me back onto the ground roughly. My head hit the ground as he gave the command. "Burn her." My heart sank, my head hanging as the pain of his rejection tore through me. Even when I was doused in gasoline, I didn’t move, trying not to gag on the strong pungent smell that now cloaked me entirely, keeping my eyes clamped shut.

He didn't want to think of the things that happened to her but the fire in him screamed to kill the ones who had hurt her. She was a mystery. He never thought he'd ever get to know anything about her and now she bared her soul in front of him. He felt like shit for playing with her heart like that but maybe he could make everything alright. Hunter couldn't even fathom the thought of her finding out his plan. She would be shattered. 'Hunter,' Luca mind-linked him. 'Yeah,' Hunter's response was tired. 'Berolt was a wizard who worked under Alonso but was killed by rogues at the age of twenty-nine,' Luca said.

“They’ll burn you to ashes... I’m sorry... Really and really sorry...” smirked Virando intensely cynically. Virando swung his hand again. The seven rainbow candles met one another in the center point. They created such a hugely as well as massively blazing flame. The flame soon burnt the soldiers, fighters as well as generals from West Medicine Land to dark grey ashes. “Aaaarrgggghhhkkk!!!” All the soldiers’, generals’ as well as fighters’ tenor eight-octave squealing and squeaking were audible first before all of them were finally burnt to their quietuses, merely leaving their dark grey ashes.

He slid his gun into its holster, clamped his hand around Anton's lapel of his costly suit jacket, and physically pulled him back from the dying center of his kingdom. "Move!" Sabe roared, his voice gruff with smoke and power. The shock of physical force broke Anton's paralysis. Sabe half-dragged, half-pushed him down the canyon of the server racks. A sprinkler head above them exploded in the heat, discharging not water, but a pointless, fine spray of coolant. A chunk of burning ceiling, its integrity weakened by fire, collapsed before them, showering them with burning debris and shattered acoustic tiles.

It engulfed the white marble tombstone that belonged to his ancestors, leaving cracks and scorch marks on the surface. His entire body shook from fury. He shoved Shane, who was trying to support him, aside and screamed, "Are you paying respects to my ancestors or trying to burn them? Where the hell did you get the guts to start a fire in a forest? I paid you to host a simple ceremony, and this is what you came up with?" Shane was completely flabbergasted. His mind went blank as he watched the flames continue to set the mountain alight. He removed his jacket and tried to put out the fire, but he was forced to retreat when a scorching wave of heat washed over him. The ends of his fringe had al

“Hurry!” We dove into the van, and Vanessa hit the gas, the tires kicking up gravel as we sped farfar from the ability . Behind us, explosions erupted because the servers overheated, sending plumes of smoke and hearthplace into the sky. The sight changed into each terrifying and exhilarating sight. “It’s over,” I whispered, my chest heaving. “We did it.” Ethan located a hand on my shoulder, his expression softening. “You did it, Anita.” The Fallout