Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

I countered as I tried to push myself up and off her. “Whatever gets you through the day, Bambi. Now get your wet ass off me.” Daniela hissed, shoving me away. She might want to learn a little control over how much strength she’s using because I couldn’t stop the howl of pain as my burned back slammed into the side of the tub. I landed with a hard thud, every pain sensor in my brain going off on high alert. “God fucking damn it.” I grumbled through clenched teeth.

Stumbling out behind her, I stand frozen at her shoulder, gasping in stunned horror as she does, at the vicious mayhem around us. “Holy goddesses,” Darby whispers, aghast. Without another word, she raises her hand and a wild burst of flames leaps from it, twisting and arcing like a solar flare and engulfing a lumbering group of zombies. They jerk and twitch as the fire consumes them, the burning remains collapsing into sparking ruins and crashing into others around them.

I’m standing outside waiting for fucking Valerie because the asshole hurried me up to now take his sweet ass time, when Vic returns. “Salim was just picked up for trying to hack into the FBI database” he hands me the list of possible candidates again and I pick again. "Damian Delacort, Samantha Shae and YS Jailbird bring those three in if they are looking for employment with amazing fucking pay after they swear in. I want them to set up a new system with palm readers I want this place tricked out in tec" he nods his head in understanding and again kisses the top of my head before leaving me.

Dax said he cut up his chicken. “Oh, well. Long story short, I can absorb powers and manipulate it. Mila threw a fireball at me. I tried to catch it, but it went into my body. I could feel it. I could put it out if I wanted to or make it bigger. I can’t rapid fire though. It comes out as like a flamethrower. We lost a few dummies.” “Sorry, I missed that.”

For a moment, she could feel a wash of heat. Then, the Dain was caught alight. Flame licked at the dry skull that was his face. It spread, going from bright red and yellow and orange to an eerie blue. It spread over his rotting flesh and crackled the bones, snapping them. The creature screamed, sounding like a dying rabbit. It was the most terrible noise River had ever heard. She curled into a ball, slapping her hands over her ears.

Sheikh Khalid bin Aaban reclined on the sofa in the spacious living room with his feet propped up on a low stool, his head leaned back against the head rest, his hands crossed over his abdomen, his breathing calm and even and his eyes were closed but he was well awake and well aware of what went on aroung him, his ears picking up every sound of movement around him. It had been almost a month since the failed attack on the palace and on the King's life and each time he he remembered it, he became bitter.

Lai shouted a warning before Jongin shot it towards the Damontry Flame. To happen what Lay predicted, she bounced the flame towards her hands to burn them and screamed in pain. "Oh my God Damontry!". Daniel trembled as he walked toward her anxiously. Lay told him to move away and approached her to lightly grab her wrist. The second degree burn really distorted the appearance of her hand. Lay slid his hand lightly over the burn, showing a gray glow, as her skin color gradually began to change to return to the way it was, and it only took seconds.

Because from the very beginning, he believed I was wrong. The realization sent a sharp pain ripping through my chest. "I didn't do anything," I said. "I won't apologize." My father slammed his hand down on the table in fury. Then he called in two bodyguards from outside and had me forced to the floor. I struggled and screamed. The wound on my back tore open with every movement, pain ripping through me like a blade. The sutures burst. Blood streamed down my arms and pooled on the ground. My gaze swept past Jonathan's face. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the sight.

His eyes shifted to Zain approaching… His life flashed before him—not because he was dying but because the fear of defeat felt like death. And then—Abby’s voice echoed in his memory,"Let your fire burn brightly! Let it roar. Let it rage. Let it burn so fiercely that even the heavens themselves are forced to recognize your existence. Let it burn until there is nothing left to refine—until you have forged yourself into something unbreakable. Let that fire become your strength, your path, your very identity!” The words looped in his mind, again and again—colliding, crashing, erupting. They collided, clashing inside him like sparks.

“This House burns when I say it burns.” Cracks spiderwebbed through the glowing links. For a breathless second, hope surged. He could do it. He could break them. Then the chains split. Not shattering—multiplying. Three separate strands shot outward, writhing toward us like vipers. My scream tangled with the crack of impact as one slammed into Damian’s arm. Smoke hissed. The scent of charred flesh filled the corridor. He grunted—just once—but his body jerked. “Damian!” I tore free, grabbing his burned arm. His skin blistered beneath my hand, heat still eating into him.