Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

What I couldn’t feel however, was the excruciating pain that came with being burned alive by Damien’s fire. Startled into opening my eyes, I looked right at Damien as he stood facing me. His eyes held relief…and pain. He was covered in blood from head to toe, but his hands were regenerating slower than I’d thought it would. I could still see the white of his bones as muscles and tendons made their slow journey around the bones, trying to knead it back in the way it used to be.

“Look Mom! Wanda likes to eat from my hand!” “I can see that, Tay-Tay. It's amazing, honey.” “She never gets tire?” I asked, as Taylor ran after a calf to feed it, too. “It's like the Duracell bunny,” Vivienne commented, handing me the antibiotic bottle she used with Raul, one of our five rescued bulls, who a few minutes ago had had a six-inch abscess protruding from his chest. It hadn’t been the first animal treated in The Eden with that condition, but it had definitely been the largest so far.

" I slowly pulled out a tablet from my bag as I took in Shane's smug expression, looking as if he had everything under his thumb. "Officers," I said calmly and firmly as I tapped the screen, causing it to light up. "I have conclusive evidence to prove who should be responsible for the forest fire. I can also prove that they're giving false statements in an attempt to frame me for their crimes. "

Ezekiel who grew angry that instance spoke. “Then kiss this emerald forest goodbye. Cause am burning it down.” The moment he made that statement, everything went up In flames. Abi was a a vulnerable state right now without her sight and she was burnt to death once again. Darkness covered her and sooner, the blanket of the sunlight kissed her skin and she stood up from the bed where she sat her eye wondering where she was until she totally forgot about the last nightmare.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

It was nothing. A slow, almost relieved breath left him. Maybe, just maybe, the wounds—both on his skin and in his heart—would finally start to heal. After applying the burn ointment, Daimon leaned back in his chair, exhaling deeply. The dim glow of the study lamp barely softened the darkness around him. He reached for his computer and turned it on, his fingers hesitating over the keyboard. The screen flickered to life, revealing a split feed. One section displayed security footage from inside the house—including the master bedroom.

while Maria got all her father's love and affection, Amber got heads turning everywhere she went because of her extraordinary beauty and tender soul. "Happy birthday sister and congratulations,dad and I have the best present for you I can barely contain my excitement. I am sure you will DIE for it." She said emphasising the word die. Amber paid no attention to her sister but decided to sit and wait for her to finish her blubbering because she knew better than to walk away from her bossy sister would get her in trouble with the father.

El Diablo left no stone unturned as he searched for Ava around, ending the life of any of the shooter he came across, including those that were wounded. He knew he should leave the club and get into his car and give a hot pursuit to any car he suspects but he couldn’t help the feeling that she was still in the club somewhere and he was determined to find where.

She stumbled and rose again and again along the steep northern path. Where was Davian? Davian stood in the heart of the inferno inside the cabin. The heat felt strangely familiar, like an embrace from the past finally coming to claim him. He saw the attackers panicking—some trying to put out the fire before it spread to the forest, others trying to determine if their target was still alive inside. “Come on, you cowards!” Davian roared, his voice hoarse against the flames. He fired at the fuel tank of a tactical vehicle parked too close to the cabin.

Her eyes, fixed upon me, were burning with a furious mix of malice and defeat. Madre slapped Ella hard across the face before Ella could even get a word in. "Is that how you apologize to someone? How dare you glance at Cynthia in such a manner! I'll gouge your eyes out if you do that again, Ella!" Ella was struck so hard that blood started spilling from the corner of her mouth, staining the clean, polished floor. I deliberately approached her, then crouched down before her, saying, "You've lost the wager, Ella."