Burned Ones Winx Novels & Stories

He shot back. I smirked, “Fine.” In one fluid motion, I fired at his wrist which had him releasing the revolver instantly. I knew the anatomy of the body, when the nerves are punctured, even wolves aren’t able to control the reaction. “Wolves can never heal properly once their nerves are damaged. You are strong but clearly you aren’t intelligent – just like your owner.” I whispered into his ear. “Winner, Bellatrix Sinclair.” The announcer pronounced with a shocked expression.

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.

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.

The skin was scraped raw and small beads of blood kept pooling no matter how many times she pressed the tissue against it. She looked calm though. Too calm. Like nothing happened. Like she wasn’t almost dragged into darkness minutes ago. Her spine was straight. Shoulders set. Chin raised just a little. That fire in her eyes was back. The same stubborn confidence. She looked like she hadn’t just been harassed. She looked like she fought a war and refused to let anyone see the damage.

I said, my voice rough. Alex stood across from me, looking like he’d gone ten rounds with a freight train. He was pacing, his energy jagged. "Fremont is burning. We hit the fuel depot and the main warehouse. It’s chaos, Dom. Zacian’s men are running around like headless chickens." "Good," I said, though there was no satisfaction in the word. "And the product?" "Gone. Destroyed. Or looted by the street gangs before his boys could secure it. Either way, he’s bleeding millions tonight."

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 knew his type; she often toyed with his kind. “I’d do anything for you. You’re worth risking it all. You will have the Cherry Ridge pack back and in your name soon. I promise.” Winston Burns puffed his chest and smirked as Hilary leaped happily into his long, slender arms. “You’re the best, Winnie. I am so happy you found me.” Hilary pulled back slightly; she looked up at his narrowed face. His glasses rested low on the bridge of his nose. “It’s almost like destiny.”

My mom is beautiful and I hope that the goddess gives her a second chance, and I pray she takes it. ________ We burned the rogue's bodies that day but waited for Connor and Landon to get here when we burned Angel’s body. Well, pieces of it. Axel, Jerry, Connor, my Mom, Ivan, and I each got a piece of him and threw it in the fire. I know it sounds dark, but in the werewolf world, this is how it is. It’s animalistic, dark, and bloody as hell. ‘Freddie Kruger, eat your heart out.’ Zoe laughed.

She was going to burn herself out, Ambrose swore, she was too tired her Soulborn power wasn't going to keep Vince from her, not like this. Vince emerged from her flames unscathed, smiling like a cat - Ambrose had just made his way out of the fray of soldiers and was sprinting towards his mate. Gathering the last remnants of his Soulborn power within him, ready to destroy Vince with all of his fury - when the dark lord reached Sephora's side.

' According to my mother, a phoenix is always aware of its stars. I asked, "Who harmed you?" with some gentleness. Star looked in the opposite direction and whispered, "He did." Someone was visible in the trees. Not Wyvern. Not Myra. But someone worse. Dexter Webb. Alive. Luis's scarred face was twisted into a smile as he said, "Do you miss me?" How were you doing? I breathed. "I saw your body burned.". He chuckled. "A Webb is never destroyed by fire." Especially when he consumes it.'