Burned Anakin Skywalker Novels & Stories

Three hours after the servers burned, Anais sat on the bathroom floor, steam curling around her body, blood swirling down the drain like red ribbons. Cassian leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, silently waiting. “You’re not going to leave me alone, are you?” she asked, voice hoarse. “You just destroyed the most dangerous system in the country and walked out of it bleeding. No,” he said. “I’m not.” She shut her eyes. “She didn’t even flinch, Cassian. My own mother raised a gun to my face and didn’t blink.”

He waved his hand, and the White Lily Cold Flame floated away! "What!" The White Lily Cold flame burned quickly. Before Walker could react, he was entirely swallowed by the white flame. He screamed in pain. A few seconds later, he had turned into ashes and dispersed into the air. What! When everyone saw that, they could not help but take a cold breath. The white flame was so terrifying—Walker was a saint honor level warrior. There were only a few people at the Heavenly Star Principality who could fight him. However, he was burnt to death so easily.

"Nat, it's all my fault. I never should've gone along with your mom. I should've let you out!" Mom stepped back in shock, but she still refused to admit fault. "No way! That door could be pushed open from the inside. How could she have been burned to death? "Right! The footage—surveillance footage can be faked! You all must've teamed up with that brat! Are you trying to scam us for money?" Seeing that she still refused to accept reality, Dad turned to her, his voice heavy with grief. "Enough! Nat died because of you!

Heavy debris crushed both of her legs. Her once beautiful face had become pale. Her crimson eyes... held nothing. No hope. No fear. No anger. Only... Acceptance. She silently watched the burning ceiling above her. And said " I can finally meet you mother and brother Adrian". The fire spread closer. Higher. Closer still. The flames swallowed her completely. The screen went black. No one spoke. No one breathed. Luke's voice finally broke the silence. "...Father always said..." "...Aunt died giving birth."

A mask covered most of his face and all I could see were his eyes, which were bright and then an unusual scar on his chin. Through the smoke, I saw another figure outside the burning room, it was Lucas. He had already made it out and Vera was still in his arms. From this distance, even through the smoke, I could sense it, the way his aura wrapped around her protectively, like a true Alpha shielding his chosen Luna. He held her tightly like she was something he had almost lost forever. His face, I had never seen him like that before. I shut my eyes, a single tear slipped down my temple disappearing into the soot on my skin.

I shaped it — or tried to, with hands that were shaking and a body that was running on nothing but stubbornness and the memory of Kael's voice saying listen to it rather than command it. I reached for the fire the way I had learned to reach for it in the Wendigo den, inward first, finding it where it lived, and then I aimed it upward. The column that came out of me was not small, quiet or subtle. It tore through the grey sky in a straight violent line, bright enough that I had to close my eyes against it and loud enough that the sound hit my chest like a fist. It burned for longer than I expected — long enough to be seen, long enough to be recorded. It burned long enough to carry across sixt

They wouldn’t heal, because they weren’t fucking there anymore. I don’t know if you have seen Star Wars, but I was forced to watch those movies at an age that might not even be appropriate. As a kid, watching Anakin turn to the dark side and then have his fucking legs chopped off by his teacher, Obi Wan, was a lot. And Grandpa looked like Anakin did before he got that fucking Darth Vader suit. He was burned almost everywhere, and he was missing both his legs, from the knee down. I picked Grandpa up and held him like a fucking baby. I didn’t even realize I was crying until the drops started falling on his charred skin.

"I was part of a special unit. We were... we were tasked with monitoring certain threats—natural disasters, potential wars, that kind of thing. But then we started hearing rumors. Whispers about something bigger. Something we couldn’t control." He paused, his jaw clenching. "We were told to keep it quiet. Not to panic the public. That there were plans in place to handle it. But those plans... they were too late. By the time we realized how bad it was going to get, it was already happening. The fires, the destruction... The Burning wasn’t an accident, Maya. It was inevitable." I felt like the floor had just dropped out from under me. My mind reeled, trying to make sense of what he was saying.

He closed his eyes like I’d struck him. “Please,” I whispered. Tears were running down my face now, hot and unstoppable. “Please don’t lie to me, too. I’m begging you.” Anakin opened his eyes. They were red-rimmed with grief. “He left,” he said quietly. The floor dropped out from under me. “He left a few minutes ago,” Anakin continued, voice breaking. “Alone. Just like the bastard asked.” I stared at him. Xeros was already walking into the trap.