Burned Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

The Luna who had been abandoned, forsaken, and declared dead had not burned in the fire. She had risen from the ashes, stronger than before, and had crushed those who had wronged her underfoot.

Her whole being was on fire and all three of those bastards that were standing in front of her had hurt her mate. Kylo came out of the brush, wounded. Eyeing Orion on the ground he wraps his arms around me to shield me from anything that might happen. I hear Delaney roar again and everything in the forest around Diana's house is set a blaze. Fire was eating anything and everything in sight.

But the cloaked figure’s words echoed in her skull: When she burns, she will burn all. Her hands fisted in his shirt. “Killian… what if they’re right? What if I can’t control it?” He pulled back enough to meet her gaze. His expression was carved from steel, but his thumb brushed against her cheek with startling gentleness. “Then we learn. Together. You are not alone in this, Amara. You never will be.” A soft, shocked voice broke the heavy quiet. “Moonfire… after all these years…” It was Professor Darius, one of the Academy’s elders, his long robes singed at the hem. His eyes flickered between Amara and the scorched courtyard, disbelief plain on his lined face. “The last bearer burned the kin

“Fire has always felt like an extension of who I am. I feel it’s energy flow through me and then I imagine it outside of my body. At first I could just make it appear from my hands and eventually I could cover my whole body with fire.” “And you didn’t get burned,” asks Ahsoka in disbelief. “Yes, it’s a part of me. I would never want to hurt myself so I don’t.” Oh shit, I wish she chose different words. I can feel her sadness as she turns and walks back to the house, leaving Ariana confused as to why she suddenly left. “I’m sorry alpha Nico. Did I say something wrong?” “Ahsoka has a traumatic past Ariana. I can’t tell you more than that as it’s not my place to say. Give her some time.”

Anna grabs the staff before it hits the ground as Tanis falls to his knees crying out in pain. I watch as the blue flames creep over Tanis, causing him to scream. I realize, Anna is causing the flames to spread slowly, prolonging his pain. The flaming sword disappears back into Anna’s hand and I watch as she pulls the yellow orb from the end of Tanis’ staff. She holds it in front of her between her hands. “YOU WON’T WIN!” Tanis screams right before the flames engulf his head. Within a minute, Tanis is silent and his body bursts into ash. My only regret is that I didn’t get to kill that fucker myself.

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

Don Bryant, who was standing nearby, asked anxiously, "Is there really nothing else that can be done to save Oliver, Cynthia?" I shook my head, replying calmly, "There's nothing that can be done, Don Bryant. You see, once someone is tainted by a black witch, the damage is irreversible. It's only a matter of time before his life force is completely drained. Your best course is to begin making funeral arrangements for Oliver now, Don Bryant." Having said that, I took William's hand and walked away, deliberately ignoring the heart-rending cries of despair that erupted from Oliver behind us. …

There are six of them, and they're all fighting against one man. The man I called Papa put up a good fight, taking down the nightcrawlers one by one. Just as I thought he was going to win, one of the nightcrawlers stabbed him in his back as he was tackling another to the ground. Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth before he dropped on his knees and fell to the ground and the night sky split open with thunder. The explosive crack ringing in my ears as I witnesses the nightcrawlers gather around him, then set papa's body on fire.

ordered her. Maysie approached. Her eyes were watery, but Skye paid no attention. "Do you see it?" she asked in a sharp tone as Maysie approached. "Yes, I see it." She replied weakly, but she wasn't looking. "No you don't see it." Skye yelled and grabbed her jaw, forcing her to look. "Look, Maysie. Do you see it?" Maysie whimpered. "Yes," she said, looking at the hand Skye was showing her. From her left shoulder to her elbow, her skin was shriveled from the burn the fire inflicted on her eight years ago on that fateful day when she lost her parents.

SKYLAR’S POV Holy shit! The ground burned as the grass was consumed by flames. I felt the burning heat beneath my shoes and before it could get to Jannet, I quickly pulled her up. She was in grief but the sudden fire took her by surprise. “Sky. Avery…” she said, her voice hoarse. Avery’s body was on the ground. It would burn to ashes too— Where was her body? The place she was laid earlier, was empty, replaced by fire which spread to the woods. I looked at Asphalt, who was torturing Castiel. He had lost total control and I knew it was coming.