Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

I knew we couldn't erase the abuse they'd endured, but I'd be damned if we let it continue. King Cian raised both arms, an arc of fire dancing between his palms. "We will burn the rot from this place." He flung his hands forward, the fire rolling from them in a wave, crashing over the convicted with no mercy. Beta George was the first to be hit; the force of the flames knocked him prone even as his clothes ignited. High-pitched screams pierced the air, finally fading as the fire died and left nothing but ash behind.

The second I heard his voice, I knew it was Louis Foster—Joshua's coworker and best friend from the fire department. I tried to steady my shaky voice and said, "The 17th floor of Apartment 1, Building 3 at Rosewood Apartments is on fire. Can you send someone immediately?" But Louis laughed on the other end of the line.

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.

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.

Flashback It was an afternoon like any other, but Damien couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Aria was sitting on the edge of the fountain, sketching something in her notebook. She was deep in concentration, her fingers moving gracefully across the pages as the soft breeze tugged at her hair, which fell in perfect waves around her shoulders. Damien stared at her, completely absorbed, his thoughts momentarily consumed by how effortlessly beautiful she was. It wasn’t just her looks though she had those, in abundance, but the way she existed in the world, with an ease and confidence that drew everyone’s attention without her ever trying.

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.