Burned One Winx Novels & Stories

DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The pictures burned at me every time I saw them after Vincent first handed them to me. For days after that, I would lock myself in, and stare at them for hours on end. Then I would go out and stare at the woman outside, the one that was my wife. I found it difficult to reconcile the images with the woman outside, and continued to wonder why exactly she would dare to do such a thing to me. What had given her the nerve? Who was the man even?

Sasha escaped the first time she was taken for an abortion. She was beyond reluctant to have everything she'd fought so hard for be wasted because of Isobel's death. So, she spread a carefully edited video online. It showed the showdown at Johnson Manor. She made sure to portray herself as a pitiful woman who'd ended up being abandoned. "I've always known about Tony and Isobel's love story. I've also always been envious of them. I'll admit that I love Tony deeply, but it never crossed my mind to come between him and Isobel!

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

Gwen adds and also laughs. That’s when all the Epsilons surround them and murmur something while sprinkling them with some liquids. Whatever it is must hurt because the two witches’ skins break at the contact with the liquid. The flesh tears off exposing their bones. That is when their laughter turns to tormented cries. My pack shouts in victory when their flesh completely disappears, leaving bones, but something still worries me. I stare at the flames as the bones burn, and the air smells of charred flesh. None of this will bring back Xaden and my unborn pup. Xena is still gone.

But Wendy only wanted to burn the camellias—she didn’t care how much else was destroyed. Renee wanted to escalate the situation. After Wendy left, she pulled out the lighter and set more fires. But she misjudged the wind, and a flame licked her arm as she tried to ignite more leaves. The silk blouse Susanne had gifted her was instantly scorched, leaving a large hole. She managed to smother the fire, but not before burning her arm. At first, the burn wasn’t too serious. But when Wendy grabbed her arm earlier, the small blister popped, tearing away some of the burned skin.

The werebear spat into my face and Ronnie was burning with thirst to tear him apart for his disrespect. “ Wrong answer mutt!! “ I snared as fire from my elemental power erupted into my hand . Upon contact with his skin , the werebear screamed, as his flesh burned, struggling against the dangling chains . His chest burned and he was gasping for air , struggling to get air into his lungs . Blood poured out of his mouth down his chest ,his eyes popped out of its sockets . Suddenly, he looked up at me and his body went numb against the restraint. Alex, my beta, ordered the warriors to remove his burnt body from the chains.

Today, it was revived. Owin was lying on his bed, twisting and grunting in excruciating pain. His entire exterior had been burned, revealing the raw, pink flesh, red veins and yellowish-white blotches underneath. There were no traces of Owin; the squirming body was completely unrecognizable. The air was thickened with the bitter smell of his burnt limbs and deafened with the dense silence of the audience.

As I shouted the magic word, blood spattered across his face. “BURN!” What happened next was like witnessing the most terrifying horror film I'd ever seen. A gut-wrenching scream echoed through the room, but I couldn't afford to pause and check on the injured man. Without glancing back, I grabbed Erica's hand and shouted for Xander. He quickly picked up Xena, and we dashed out of the cabin just in time as it erupted into massive flames. "The Luna!" Xander exclaimed, poised to jump back in to rescue her. The flames reached meters high, and the entrance had already caved in.

The world had burned, but something pure had survived. A faint shadow moved in the smoke behind her, a figure limping, face burned but unmistakably alive. Victoria. She was still breathing, watching Ava cradle the child, her eyes burning with new hatred.