Burning Charm Novels & Stories

I guess when you’re that big, your metabolism runs like crazy. Charlie toasts him with her cider. “Tom, have you taken yoga before?” Of all my girlfriends, she’s the most boyish, with a pixie haircut and curvy form hidden under a Namaste, Motherfucka t-shirt. She’s ripped the collar off so when she leans forward, a hint of her impressive cleavage flashes. That niggle of jealousy rises up again. “First and last time,” he rumbles. Everyone smiles and Tom looks down at me. “No offense, sunshine.”

She was dressed all in black, and she looked like she could be a model. This woman was wearing a mask, so her entire face was completely invisible and Amelia didn't recognize the woman either. "You have the perfume?" the woman asked. Amelia nodded and handed it over. The woman took it and held it up to the light, examining it carefully. "This is a very special perfume," she said. "It's called 'Stimulating.' It has a very powerful effect on people. It makes them feel more confident, more attractive, and more willing to take risks."

She waited for the right moment, her heart hammering in her chest. “Now!” Damien shouted, driving his blade into the beast’s shoulder and pinning it in place. Nicola darted forward, pressing the charm against the beast’s chest. A surge of energy erupted from the contact, and the beast howled in pain. Its form began to waver, the shadows peeling away to reveal a core of twisted flesh and bone. The charm pulsed one final time before the beast disintegrated into ash, leaving behind only silence. The group stood in stunned silence, the weight of the battle settling over them. Nicola collapsed to her knees, the charm falling from her hands. Dylan was at her side in an instant, pulling her into a

"Oh, my goodness, Margaret's still inside! Hurry and call Joshua so he can bring his crew to put out the fire!" I watched the flames blaze out of control, my heart pounding with worry. My husband, Joshua Scott, was the captain of the local fire department. He'd definitely rush over if he knew Margaret was in danger. I tried calling him several times, but he never picked up. With no other choice, I dialed 911, urging them to come put out the fire as quickly as possible. The fire grew stronger by the second. I pulled out my phone, switched on the camera, and zoomed in on the balcony, trying to see what was happening inside.

Lilyanne's grin widened at the sight of Jimmy trampling me under his boot. She pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. She studied the image with a satisfied hum. "Nicole, you look so much better like this. You look best when you're stomped on. "This photo looks great. In fact, it's as good as your nudes from the bar—you know, the ones scattered across your wedding day. "Be honest with me. Even though I drugged you that time, you enjoyed it, didn't you? You should be thanking me. Someone with your looks would never have had the chance to entertain over ten men in one night."

Impatient that I didn't give in to his charm, he boastfully took it away from the waiter's tray, walked towards me, and delivered it himself. He just doesn't get the gist that I am not even one percent interested in him. I rest my back on the chair, cross my arms and legs as he put down the cocktail. I look up and raise one of my eyebrows. He scoffs, "You win, beautiful! You want me to deliver this to you myself, don't you?", he proudly says with a loud voice, trying to put me in a hot spot. I was right. He is definitely oozing with arrogance. He brushes his blonde hair and keeps touching his abs and biceps. Duh, as if I care!

"With me at the table today, winning's a sure thing! I'm basically a lucky charm. Who'd pass that up?" Regina Wade said, gazing at everyone confidently. In that instant, I realized I had been reborn! In my previous life, Regina kept claiming she was a lucky charm. Everyone who took her advice and joined the bet struck it rich. But I was the only one who lost everything. I thought once I paid off my gambling debts, it would be over, but things only got worse.

“I used an anti-burn charm and everything.” Reaching out with my magic, I grazed against the barrier of her anti-burn charm, and bit back a snort at the irony. It was a weak ass charm. The sun truly did hate her. Using my own reserves, I gave her charm a boost and laughed when she jumped an inch off the ground. “Did you just zap my ass?”

While fleeing the fire, I came across a young boy on the verge of losing consciousness. His left arm had been badly burned, and he was in grave danger. I couldn't bear to leave him behind, so I summoned all my strength and carried him out on my back. To calm his fear, I removed the protective charm my grandmother had given me and gently fastened it around his neck. "Don't be scared," I whispered. "With this charm, nothing bad will happen." … Now that I think about it, Carl does have a burn scar on his left arm. Though time has faded it, the mark is still there.

"Call an ambulance, hurry!" Micah caught Melissa and yelled at the people around them. Sebastian was surprised. He hadn't expected Melissa to faint from anger. If he had known that that would happen, he wouldn't have had to waste a burn charm on her. The truth was that Melissa's reaction was just the effect of the burn charm. As the name suggested, a burn charm was a kind of spell that would burn the flesh. It could strengthen the flesh of those who practiced martial arts training, and even ordinary people with no foundation in martial arts could become as strong as steel.