Burned One Winx Novels & Stories

The figures approached the trees where lynexia knelt. The victorious flames roared as it claimed its prize. A loud crack, like thunder, broke through the night. A beam burned through and the roof completely collapsed. Sparks sprayed out of the top of the Saloon. Lynexia took off towards the hellfire. Wyett followed and tackled her to the ground. He drug her back to the woods. “daddy! “ Lynexia howled as they crossed the tree line.

Without thinking, he lashed out and shoved her aside. Shelby stumbled, knocking into the champagne tower beside her. Glasses shattered on the floor, sending splatters of champagne in every direction. She fell to her knees amid the sparkling shards, looking utterly disheveled. Struggling to her feet, she pointed at him. Her voice shook with fury. "Have you completely lost your mind, Tucker? Make no mistake—you're the one who failed Willow at every turn. You're the one who shattered her completely!" Tucker's chest rose and fell. Fury burned in his eyes. "Then consider this your debt to her. You earned every bit of it, too," he snarled.

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.

At the end of the long hallway, a massive floor-to-ceiling window overlooked the glittering city skyline. A slender figure stood there quietly, her back to the lights. It was Sharon. She held a freshly printed financial magazine in her hand. On the cover was a photo of me speaking under the stage lights. She turned when she heard my footsteps. Her gaze was complicated. There was admiration, regret, and a loneliness so deep that it seemed impossible to hide. In the end, all of it faded into a quiet sigh. "Brian…" Her voice sounded bitter. I walked past her calmly.

“She will carry the flame of rebirth, but only if she does not burn. Trials shall test her soul, and loss will carve her path.” I stared at that line. Loss. The word echoed. "Don’t spiral," Zerina warned gently. "It doesn’t mean what you think it does." I swallowed. "I know. But… it could." I turned the page. There was a drawing now. Not of a wolf or a goddess this time, but of a mountain with twin peaks and a river flowing between them. Beneath it were words scrawled in the same fluid, ancient script: “Where blood met moonlight and silence was sworn, she will find what was taken.”

"That's not a game. That's real. That's us. Burning each other alive." He kissed me again, swallowing my whimper. His hand moved lower, skimming over my belly, fingers dipping beneath the waistband of my leggings. His touch was burning, tracing the soft skin of my hipbone, moving irresistibly lower. My breath caught, anticipation coiling tight in my belly. I was trembling, clinging to him, lost in the storm of sensation he was awakening.

The wolfsbane draught did not just burn. It hit deeper. It tore through the weakest, most broken part of me. I folded over, coughing so hard my body shook. My chest burned. My skull throbbed. Then my wolf took the blow. I felt it. The part of me that had already been damaged, already failing, buckled again. My scent turned wild. My breathing broke apart. The room swam black at the edges. This was not just pain. My wolf was being hurt again. It had never recovered from the fire.

In a concerned tone, she asked, "How are your injuries? Are they bad?" "No, they're fine. I'll recover in a few days." "Don't worry. I've already contacted my friend from overseas. She's a plastic surgeon and will help you treat those burns." That was the first time Evelyn and Winnie interacted socially. Everyone claimed that Winnie was strict and difficult to get close to. However, Evelyn found Winnie to be kind, like a friendly neighbor. Evelyn nodded while smiling. "Thank you, Ms. Larkin," said Evelyn.

Heat hit us from behind, the wave intense it felt like my skin might burn off. The air smelled of burning chemicals, smoke, and something metallic. My wolf, weak as she was, stirred faintly inside me, confused. I forced my eyes open despite the sting, trying to see him. 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.

Nina quickly explains, "Oh, nothing. I burned my arm accidentally. Sunny is going to take me to the clinic!" Sunny is not happy to hear Nina saying this. She points to Wendy, and says to Lucien, "No, Nina didn't burn herself. It's Wendy who burned deliberately!" She is not afraid that Wendy is Lucien's mistress. She must give fair back to Nina today! Nina hides her burned arm behind and doesn't want Lucien to see it. Lucien takes a step forward and pulls Nina's arm out from her behind. There are several blisters where her arm is scalded!