Burned One Winx Novels & Stories

Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the flashing cameras, Adrian’s face in the school hall after I slapped him and Lila’s little body shaking in my arms as I carried her to the car. Above all, it’s her innocent question that breaks my heart. “Mommy. Why are they taking pictures of me?” I promised not to cry in front of her but my eyes try to betray me. I jump and decide to use the opportunity to check the mail and fight back the tears. I open the door and walk over to the mailbox. I go through the envelopes of different bills but one envelope stands out to me. A thick, elegant one. What really captures my attention is the wax seal with the Winterborn crest.

CHAPTER 76: WITH RELATION TO THE DEVIL ZAHRA'S POV The fire crackled softly in the corner of the room, casting a warm glow on the nearby furniture. I lay on the couch in Dashiell's estate, my limbs heavy with weakness. The familiar scent of the leather seats mixed with the faint smell of ginseng still emitting from my clothes. I traced a finger along the bandage on my forehead, my thoughts drifting back to Davina pinning me against the altar stone, and her vile perverted touches. The disgusting way she spoke, and the feeling of her tongue trailing up my neck, still haunted me.

Now, I have turned those cinders into a blade. Bennett did not lose hope, desperate to hit back after losing everything. "You think you're the winner?" The email attachment showed my face crudely edited onto explicit images, with the backdrop of our family's hotel, sent to every young member of the prominent families.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

“They live on in this fire, Isa. Just like the promise God made to us. That our obedience, our pain, and even our delays, would not be in vain.” She turned to look at him, the morning light casting halos around their heads. Her eyes shimmered with tears. “I know. And I finally feel it. We didn’t lose ourselves in the fire. We were refined by it.” Arthur helped her to her feet, and they walked hand in hand toward the prayer tent set up at the base of the hill. The land had become a sanctuary, not just for them, but for thousands. What had begun as secret meetings in the catacombs now flourished into an international ministry known as The Burning Ones.

Axion groaned at how wet she was. Just then, Phoenix started perceiving a burning aroma and her eyes broadened immediately. She pushed Axion away, jumping down the counter. She almost wobbled to the floor due to how weak her knees were but she held herself together and rushed to the oven to save the cake but it was already burnt beyond repair. She shot Axion a hard glare. " Look what you've done, Axion. The cake is burnt beyond restoration " She snorted and Axion flashed her a toothy grin, nearing her slowly. He took the cake and placed it on the sink before bending barely, leaning his face close to Phoenix who swayed back.

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.