Burned One Winx Novels & Stories

He snapped his fingers as a blast of blue flame consumed the prince’s token. [Alcione out] “Woah!” Xander started patting on it as the token turned red. his clothes started to burn as well. “Prince Alexander!” Mordecai quickly went to his prince’s aid to douse the flame with water. The prince’s clothes were burnt, showing his chest underneath, it had turned red and showed some signs of first-degree burns. “Why are you burned?” Johan asked as he went closer to Xander and his aid. “Aren’t you a fire mage?”

Claura said emotionally. Hana hugged Claura and patted her best friend on the shoulder, "Lucky to have you, Claura." After a thrilling match, Sirrius took the initiative to leave when no one knew. It was because Sirrius had his self-esteem damaged. After all, he couldn't beat a first-year student like Hana. Only Hana knew; Sirrius needed to heal himself quickly. Because phoenix fire, once burned, will be very difficult to recover from. Hana guessed correctly, and Mrs. Vino squealed when she saw Sirrius stumble into the hospital room. Despite this, Ms. Vino remains dedicated to the responsibilities of a doctor.

When it was done she was quiet for a moment. "The fire extinguisher," she said. "Yes," Elian said. "That was the right instinct," she said. "Not the window. The fire extinguisher." "I know," Elian said. "Because the right thing was to stay," she said. "Even when staying was dangerous. The instinct was right." "Yes," Elian said. She looked at Dante. "You understood that," she said. "When you saw him." "Yes," Dante said. "Immediately." She nodded once — the same nod as Elian's, the same gene, the same specific movement of someone making a decision inside themselves.

Tiara held his hand. Only then did his gaze soften a little. He clearly cared more about her. To avenge the humiliation she had suffered years ago, he had spent two entire years planning all of this just to make me pay a thousandfold. He had won, completely. I had finally been hurt enough. My fingers clenched so tightly they shook. I refused to look at him again. Disgusting comments kept flooding my ears. “Damn! I love girls who get all slutty after drinking. Ms. Jackson, I’ll bid ten million for you. One night with me wouldn’t be too much to ask, right?”

The smell of smoke followed Elena Vale into death. It crawled into her lungs like poison, thick and unforgiving, as the golden ballroom collapsed into chaos around her. Flames devoured silk curtains. Crystal chandeliers shattered like falling stars against marble floors. The world she once ruled was now a funeral built of fire. And somewhere beyond the inferno—people were laughing. “Elena Vale did it!” “She finally snapped!” “The villainess tried to kill Lady Seraphina!”

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

"Linette, I really underestimated you. You're pretty good at playing the victim. I'll tell you right now. I won't let you walk out of this hospital alive. Ken is mine. He always has been." She picked up a bowl of steaming chicken broth from the table and poured it straight onto my burns. "Let me help you clean the wound." The pain tore through me. I glared at her, furious. But my body wouldn't move. My throat was burned so badly that I couldn't even make a sound. Suddenly, the door flew open. Ken stormed in, his face dark with anger. Bianca hurriedly set the bowl down and put on a flattering smile. "Ken, are you back already?"

[Victim: Isabella Moretti Age: 22 Cause of Death: Excessive blood loss, severe burns, numerous stab wounds and abrasions. Distinguishing Marks: Healed fracture, left little finger, resulting in a slight bend.] He stared at the report, shaking his head in a frenzy. "Impossible... How could she be dead? How can she be dead?" He shot to his feet and sprinted to the morgue, where my broken, ravaged corpse lay. Through the ring, I watched my brother collapse to his knees, his trembling hand reaching out to touch my face, which was now a bloody, unrecognizable ruin of burned flesh.

Marcus entered, his face pale. His eyes locked on Caleb as he said, "The fire was too intense, so the entire building collapsed. The fire department found a female corpse in the debris with her left hand wearing a ring, and the aura around her was unmistakably a Luna's. The initial analysis confirms it's Selina."

Wendy, eventually was surrounded with Eva's blue flames. "Dump bitch. Going after my mate and then trying to escape." Eva's voice made me shudder in place, and I wasn't on the receiving end. Eva swayed her hand once again, only this time, fire was zapped towards Wendy herself. Wendy screamed in pain as she clutched onto her right arm that now, had a very bad looking crescent shaped burn mark on it. "You stay away away from him." Eva growled. "Because he's," She zapped Wendy again but on the other arm this time. "Mine!" Eva zapped Wendy once more but the third time burnt her stomach.