Burning Charm Novels & Stories

"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.

He muttered pointing to his girlfriend. "Phew! Tsk! Tsk!" Remona burst into real laughter at his words, then wondered who he took her for. Does he think she is a pushover and will easily let him off because if his brown eyes glared at her, a resounding was heard around the restaurant? "Do you take for a fool? Do you think I don't have evidence to prove my point or what? I can't believe you are this shameless and despicable, you irritate me." Remona mumbled glaring at him with hateful eyes, "I know all about the tattoo on your chest, not oy that I also know the moles on your body." She added trying to prove her point.

The fabric clung to her body, outlining every delicate curve, and his heartbeat surged. Fuck, she didn’t even seem aware of how breathtaking she looked. Eyes closed, lips parted.........she was both angel and sin. And he found himself unable to look away. Like a devotee to his goddess, he watched her unblinkingly as she lured him deeper into the spell of her charm.

They brought up the photo and frowned in disbelief when they saw the charm. Tyler: [What kind of charm is this?] Liora: [Heh-heh, I bet you don't know this! This is not a protection charm but an exorcism charm!] Axel: [Are you going to use this to perform exorcism, Lia?] Liora: [Yes, Axel! I see faceless ones lately! Uncle Ben told me to learn to make this charm as soon as possible to protect myself and defeat them!] Tyler frowned. Tyler: [Aren't you scared when you see those things?]

"Take whatever you need." A smile spread across Olivia’s face. "You’re the best, Brandon. I like you the most." After sitting with him for a while, she found an excuse, saying she was tired, and had Brandon escort her back to her room. Once back in her room, Olivia took a bowl and filled it with water. She pulled out a charm and wrote Brandon’s name and birthdate on it with a pen. Then, she lit it on fire and tossed it into the water. If anyone else had been there, they would have been shocked to see that the burning charm had not extinguished in the water; instead, it continued to burn beneath the surface.

3 Charm: 8.9 Special Abilities Half Immortal (High) Skills Silver Tongue (High) Entertainer (High) Etiquette (High) Bone Restoration (High) Positive Mentality (High) Worm Gourmet (High) Special Traits Historian Friendly Nature Cursed of Immortality Depression

Maddy stammered at first, but as she spoke, she became more and more fluent. "If you don't want it, just give it to me!" Maddy bent down and waved the charm in front of Frost, pretending to be playful, but she didn't like this kind of girlish trinket. Just now, while tidying up Frost's coat, she had found this charm and without thinking, knew that it must be from a woman, a woman who had her eyes on Frost! Maddy clutched the charm tightly as if she were holding the woman who gave it to Frost by the neck, and her palms were sweaty.

And with that, I thought I saw Lucifer in Veronica’s smile. Without any hesitation, she pulled me again toward the women’s section. We headed straight to the part of the store with dresses. I think we were just going to act like decent people, and she was only tagging me along to help her pick out a dress that suited her. She ran up to me after grabbing all the dresses on the left side.

It has been three weeks since her birthday, since her first heat, since everything changed. She felt a slightest burning sensation from the charm around her hips. She frowned and lifted her sundress to check it. The charm turned hot to the touch, but not as hot as it was when she came face to face with that witch. "Dear moon goddess, I am loosing it" she muttered to herself.

“And you'll still want me too.” Zachary stared at her. For several seconds, neither of them spoke. Their bodies were still pressed together, and both were painfully aware of how little distance remained between them. Yet Zachary didn't move away. “You're playing with fire, Isabella,” he finally murmured, his jaw clenched. Isabella's expression hardened. “I was burned once.” The bitterness in her voice revealed more than she intended. “I don't fear fire anymore.” Something changed in Zachary's expression. He understood exactly what she meant. But he said nothing.