Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

"I remember what you did, Dain. Every betrayal. Every lie." Something flickered across Dain's face… regret? Anger? It was gone too quickly to interpret. "What I did was necessary. What I'm doing now is necessary. The cycle must end, Ember. You of all people should understand that." "The only thing ending today is this conversation," I said, drawing on my newly awakened power. The fire responded, coalescing into a tight ball of energy between my palms. Dain's expression hardened. "So be it." He moved with blinding speed, but I was ready. I released the fireball directly at his chest, forcing him to dodge sideways. Hail lunged at the same moment, his blade seeking any opening in Dain's defense

Noah finally reached him and with great strength, he removed Dan’s hand. “You should have been an innocent standby actor and hidden your evil intentions for Lola behind the camera. But you let yourself get used and put your filthy hands on her. That is unforgivable.” With all of Noah’s strength, he stepped on Dan’s hand. You could hear the bones being crushed. “Please stop! Please make it stop!!” Dan screamed like he was being killed. The pain vibrated through his body. Noah’s eyes were full of disgust and anger as he watched. He landed one final kick at Dan’s now limp private part and sent him panting for his life. Had the room not been soundproof, his voice would be heard even outside the

It was Ariella calling. She lived in an upscale bachelor pad. When Kisa rushed over, Ariella was triumphantly fiddling with the contract agreement on her desk. Kisa was depressed at seeing the contract she had signed five years ago. 'Although I survived the fire five years ago, I'm suffering from a persistent condition that is difficult to cure, and I also have multiple burn scars on my body, making me look horrible. To stay alive, I have to take medication every day, which is expensive.

I had to find a way to save her, to bring her back from the abyss she had fallen into. The gunshot rang through the air, shattering the fragile calm of the room. Zyra's body convulsed as the bullet tore through her flesh, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. Time slowed, the world around me blurring into a chaotic whirlwind of fear and despair. Zyra, my little volcano, lay crumpled on the ground, her eyes vacant and distant, robbed of the fire that had always burned within her.

A gentle warmth was spreading through my chest. A few days later, the same friend reached out again. "While you've been away, Tucker's 'new wife' has really been soaking up the spotlight." She sent me a screenshot of Shelby's latest social post. In the photo, Shelby stood confidently in front of her new gallery, with Tucker standing beside her. The caption declared, "Thanks to Mr. Davenport's support, my very own gallery is now open! I can't wait to welcome everyone!" As I looked at the image of them together, my heart remained steady and calm, untouched by any emotion.

Whispering as I step closer to Danni, "The… the burn on your neck.... it was you. You tried to save me from her that night the house burned down." Big Danni touches the scar absently, raw with grief, as if reliving that night all over again. “Wi. (Yes). When I tried to take you back. She barricaded you in dat closet, screamed you was ‘purifying.’ I busted through the window, glass shredding my hands—then dat oil…” His hands begin trembling with phantom pain.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Swinging my legs off the bed, I slip my feet into my warm slippers and put on my robe. I begin filling my bathtub. I move at my own pace. I understand how furious he would be if I were to be one minute late. However, he currently lacks any control over me. I’m no longer his wife. I continue to add the extra lavender oil that Noah really enjoys. I’ve already poured it before I realize what I’m doing. Will I ever recover?

She was gone. Nathaniel jolted awake, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. The scent of smoke lingered in his mind, the heat still clinging to his skin, even though the room around him was cool and dark. He pressed his palms against his eyes, willing the memory to fade. It never did. -------------- Nathaniel flicked his lighter open, watching the tiny flame dance before snapping it shut. The scent of burning fuel always sent him back to that night. He exhaled slowly, shoving the lighter into his pocket.

And your contact photo is adorable, by the way. A strangled, inhuman sound ripped from my throat. My contact photo. My baby picture contact photo. My mother was dead to me. I slammed out a reply, fingers flying. Me: Delete my number. Tristain: No <3 I choked on air. This man. This man was Satan with cheekbones. Another text came through—longer, somehow worse. Tristain: Also, next time you want to insult my jaw, at least pick something creative. The skull bit was funny, though. I’ll give you that.