Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

I rush over to her and kiss her head while apologising for leaving her all alone. “Where were you, mommy? I was scared,” she hiccups. “I'm so sorry, baby. Mommy just had to take care of something. So sorry.” We have dinner and watch a movie. I cuddle her till she falls asleep. After I tuck her in, I pick up my laptop and search for ‘Damien Blackwood’. Something keeps telling me that there's more to this man than I know. I search and search and come up with only basic information. Nothing out of the ordinary. Still, my instincts tell me there's more and I won't rest till I find out.

I slip away to the balcony. The cold air kisses my skin, chasing heat down my spine. I grip the railing and let the city hold me. Lights blink like lullabies across rooftops. I take out my phone. Me: You’re not gonna believe what the sommelier just said to Karissah. Damien: I’ve never believed anything Karissah has said and I’m not starting now. Me: She told him he looks like “if wine were a person .” And that she to drink him up.

Like really hot. And I could feel the hotness on my skin. I could smell something burning. Skin. It was that same smell that filled the air on ileya day. The smell of cow skin burning. Except this time, I was feeling the pain instead of a cow. I was feeling severe pain. When you mistakenly scald your hand with a hot iron or when the heat from a boil in water lapped at a part of your skin. It was that same exact feeling except it was my whole body being scalded with a hot iron this time around.

As Darius hadn’t found his mate yet, he lived alone in his chamber. I walked past various rooms until I reached the one that was occupied by my Beta. My feet came to a sudden halt as I heard him groaning. The door was open and as I peeked inside, I found him standing in front of the mirror. I caught a tube of Moxillium in one of his hands. It was an ointment that was very effective against the silver burns. With his other hand, he was trying to reach his back to put the gel on his injuries and winced in pain as it burned. He was finding it difficult to reach the wounds that were far from his reach.

"I… I didn't know!" "Declan," I said evenly, "if you order your warriors to stop the men carrying the stretcher, it might not be too late." But before he could react, one of the warriors came running back, panting. "Alpha! As ordered, the body was thrown into the incinerator at the waste plant for fuel." He straightened, almost proud. "I even waited until she was completely reduced to ash before returning to report." Declan's knees gave out. He hit the floor.

Abigail's POV - I step out of the scalding hot shower, my skin reddened from the almost unbearable heat. Clad in a bathrobe, I cling to it as if it's my only shield against the world. Each step feels like a monumental effort; my entire body throbs with pain. The burn marks from those wretched cigarettes on my chest sting, but they're nothing compared to the searing agony in my soul. I struggle to walk steadily, my legs wobbly and uncooperative. My wrist, where the cigarette had mercilessly kissed my skin, sends sharp waves of pain up my arm. Still, I choose to bear these physical wounds rather than the emotional torment that haunts me.

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

He stepped back and grunted in agony, making the rest of the people at the table exclaim in horror. I jumped forward in shock and grabbed his hand. Even though I was here against my wish, I didn’t know when I grew to like Darius and Dylan a lot. Probably because they were the ones I interacted with most and the most familiar people in this clan. “Darius!! Are you okay???” As I touched his hand, the deep 3rd-degree burn wound started to close immediately. I drew away in shock and Darius stared at me in disbelief. “Y-you?”

A beat dropped through the speakers, and before I could run or throw myself out the window again, Kai grabbed the remote mic and started belting: "You are… my fire..." His voice cracked. Horribly. I burst out laughing so hard I nearly fell off the couch. “Oh my God, stop! You sound like a dying goat.” He pointed the mic at me. “Join me or suffer eternal shame.” “Im already suffering eternal shame!” But I was laughing too hard to say no. So I grabbed another remote from the coffee table and stood up dramatically. "Tell me why" I screeched, totally off-key.

"The telemetry from the drones... the Maldives report... you can't burn the whole world." "I don't have to burn the world," Damian replied, stepping back to my bedside. "I only have to burn the parts of it that don't belong to me." The door hissed shut, leaving us in the flickering gloom. The air finally forced its way back into my lungs, the metallic taste of the Moore-Register fading. The wound in my thigh was throbbing, a deep, rhythmic ache that synced with the child's pulse. Damian leaned over me. He didn't look at my leg. He didn't look at the fire. He took my scorched right hand in his, his thumb tracing the blackened skin with a terrifyingly gentle pressure.