Burned One Winx Novels & Stories

They had a plan. Reyes turned slowly in place, taking in the scorched earth, the silence. The evidence was gone, scrubbed clean with fire and time. He exhaled through his nose, jaw clenched. Not defeated. Just angry. He raised the camera. “Bramley Lot—burned down. No signs of occupants. No heat. They’re gone.” A beat of silence. Then quieter: “They’re cleaning house.” He stood still a moment longer, then turned and walked back to the car.

He searched my face for any trace of the love I used to have for him, but found nothing. He opened his mouth to explain, to argue. "Ronan, my stomach hurts. I think I broke a bone when she pushed me. Let's go..." Jessica sobbed perfectly on cue, practically dragging him out of the room. I watched their backs disappear and simply closed my eyes, shutting them out. A few days later. The deep ache from my wound still throbbed, but I had to leave the hospital. With Chloe by my side, I returned to the pack house to gather evidence of that night's attack. The top-floor master bedroom had been destroyed by the fire. The pack had moved whatever survived to the guest house.

Her eyes, fixed upon me, were burning with a furious mix of malice and defeat. Madre slapped Ella hard across the face before Ella could even get a word in. "Is that how you apologize to someone? How dare you glance at Cynthia in such a manner! I'll gouge your eyes out if you do that again, Ella!" Ella was struck so hard that blood started spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining the clean, polished floor. I deliberately approached her, then crouched down before her, saying, "You've lost the wager, Ella."

Wendy Flames lick the sky, and smoke chokes the air. I push through the haze, my eyes burning from the heat. All around me, the walls are on fire. “Wendy!” My heart lunches. That voice! It’s Brynn! “Brynn!” I whirl around, looking for the first friend I made at Hawthorn. I haven’t seen her since we split up when the Silver Hunters attacked the school, and since then, I’ve constantly been wondering if she’s okay. Or if she’s even alive.

"Mavi, tell me she's alright...how...how did this happen?"Alexis panicked as she came running. Maverick was fast enough to stop her from crashing into anything. It was rare to see her so worked up but what had happened earlier had left everyone shaken. Vivienne was in critical condition and Victor was doing everything possible to save her life "She suffered a lot of burns and inhaled too much smoke...I'm afraid…"Maverick said hesitantly as he scratched the back of his head awkwardly knowing full well things had turned out bad

By Tamar writes 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 ********** ••CISCO'S ROOM•• "I won!" Flame exclaimed when she won the race Her and Cisco were currently playing a game in Cisco's Xbox. He rarely use it but Flame insisted he teaches her how do play.

“So you burn with what you loved.” When I opened my eyes, I was back on the floor of our burning den. This time, I pressed wet moss to my muzzle and dialed the public emergency channel. Let him choose her again. But in front of everyone. The roof beam fell at minute three. Wood cracked across my shoulder—bone snapped, I screamed, smoke swallowed the sound. Another beam caught my thighs. Blood pooled fast, soaking the nest I’d built for her. My daughter—still safe in my womb, five months along—kicked once, weak, then went still.

Then, I showed the results of the paternity test to the three of them. "Jared, you cheated on me and even have a son this old, yet you want me to forfeit all my assets. Dream on!" But before Jared could speak, Shane had already slapped Wendy. "You bitch! You deceived me! Didn't you say that you only love me? Didn't you say that you ended things with this broke son of bitch?" Jared had always been protective of Wendy and never let her suffer, but he didn't stop Shane this time. Then, I dropped another bombshell.

“I don’t want to hurt you Grandma, but you need to stop. The werewolves don’t even want a war with the witches.” Beatrix put her hand on Omar’s chest “o, but they will when I kill two of their men.” Finley tried to stop Beatrix, but it looked like Beatrix’s hand were on fire. She burned through Omar’s shirt, making him twitch from the pain. Finley grabbed Beatrix arm, but I could see Finley’s hand burning up from touching Beatrix’s skin. It all went too fast, before Finley could do anything Beatrix had burned a hole straight through Omar’s chest. The whole room smelled like burned meat and there was smoke coming from Omar’s body.

He was so intrigued with the various functions of this thing that it took a few moments before the realisation finally hit him. She’d been strapped into the chair, and the silver had gone inside her. Burning the most delicate and sensitive part of her body. Then the smell of wolfsbane wafts from the device as he continues to inspect the thing. So, he’d burned her and not let her heal. He was almost angry that Solomon was dead, he wanted another round or twelve with the guy for what he’d done to his mate.