Burned Ones Winx Novels & Stories

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.

I reply as I release my power. My hair turns red and my eyes go ashen. I aim straight for the demon's stomach as my flame eats away at his blackened tendrils. A screech of agony is given from the demon prince as I continue to blast him, my energy drains quickly as I give a worried look at Knight who's fingers have begun shooting purple sparks at the demon. Wrapping around him, and dragging him towards us. The demon doesn't realize it yet, but he has already lost.

“We’re going to have a serious conversation about this when you’re sober.” Alex caught his wrist and licked the cum off his thumb, eyes locked on Fred’s. “I’m not that drunk anymore. And we’re not done.” He rolled on top of Fred again, already hardening against his hip. “Round two. Then we can talk.” Fred’s cock twitched with interest despite everything. He slid his hands down to Alex’s ass and squeezed. “You’re going to be the death of me.” Alex grinned, leaned down, and bit Fred’s bottom lip. “Maybe. But what a way to go.”

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.'

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.

I shake my head while watching in complete shock and awe at what Phoenix is capable of. “No Papa! She is mine! She tried to take my Gunnar! She almost killed my Kitty and my Daddy twying to kill my Mumma Raben!” Phoenix’s furious scream nearly sounds demonic when she reaches Valery who screams in pain. Looking closer I can see her skin is burning from the heat radiating from Phoenix, making her name all the mor appropriate. She has risen from the ashes, literally, and is burning so hot she scorches the ground beneath her.

"I don't believe in miracles anymore, Ben. I believe in stubbornly refusing to die. There's a difference." "Is there?" he asked, his voice softer now. "Sometimes I think your stubborn refusal to give up is the closest thing to a miracle I've seen since The Burning." The mention of The Burning made my chest tighten, as it always did. The memories were still too fresh, too raw. I could still smell the smoke, hear the screms, see the sky turning that terrible shade of orange as the world caught fire. I pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on putting one foot in front of the other.

She squeezed it two more times before dropping it in the water close to her chest. Leaning back and relaxing, she let her hands drop on either side of the bath tub. Her left hand reached out for the bottle of wine which laid just below the tub and she lifted it up. Deciding not to bother refilling the now empty glass, she brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head backward, gulping the red liquid down in a rush. She choked and coughed, placed the bottle down and chuckled sadly. "Omar, I'm really sorry." Hiccup. "I'm really really sorry. But I needed this break, at least I thought that was what I needed.... Bit I miss you terribly...."