Dabi Burn Novels & Stories

The masses of psychic power were strong enough to break steel pillars, yet they broke as easily as though they were paper under Logan's palm. "Allow me." Destin shot out purple flames from his mouth. The flames crackled in the air, burning even the air around them. This was the ultimate technique, Divine Purple Flame Body, of the Dabi Realm's Nees. It was said that the flames were enough to burn Earthly Celestials to a crisp. Logan exhaled, and his breath grew into a tornado that extinguished the purple flames. "Nice!" Lux rejoiced inwardly. He guffawed and took a big step forward, enveloped in golden radiance. His punch seemed powerful enough to split a mountain in half. None of the younger

"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.

Red flames surrounded the body and the vampires started to burn. Dabria took the immortal dagger back and hid it back in her clothes. With a single punch, she broke the doors of the pantry. All the maids and servants ran away as they saw fire in the underground pantry. "I was not here to save the lives of those who have already been lost. But I swear upon the new powers I am bestowed with, I will stop this vampire madness. No other Eve, no other Adam will ever go through this madness ever again. And today, you all have been avenged. This will be the graveyard where you all rest in peace." Dabria's head was narrowed as she paid her respect to all the innocent humans who died in that pantry an

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

said Thalia. "His neck is black and blistered," realized something was wrong, Gavin immediately took off Daz's shirt to prove his bad feeling. "Aaaaaahhhh ..." Thalia, Cornelius and Jonathan screamed hysterically seeing how bad Daz's body was right now. The burns on his cheeks ran up to his body which was already black and blistered like a very serious burn. Blood seeps out from the pores of his body. Seeing Daz's condition, they were very shocked. "Wha ... what happened?" Owen was rooted to his place, seeing the horror before his eyes. Of course the fire that burned a little from Daz's skin was not an ordinary fire, but a fire from hell that was very hot.

Her face was cycling rapidly Isabella, Voss, a thousand strangers. < SYSTEM FAILURE. CRITICAL ERROR. PLEASE RECONNECT. > Dax walked over to her. He looked down at the pathetic, broken thing that had tried to eat his family. "You wanted the Spark?" Dax said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a Zippo lighter an old, analog relic. He flicked it open. He dropped it onto the pool of leaking coolant and hydraulic fluid spreading from the torn cables. The fire caught instantly, racing toward the throne. "Burn," Dax whispered.

she said firmly, her voice taking a chastising tone. "No, this is exactly the time," I interjected stubbornly. "I saw fire today. Once you light a fire, it has to burn and it doesn't care if this is the time or place. Fire either burns brightly or it fizzles into nothingness and smoke. Without the fire, there is no light. So, are you two burning or fizzling?" I demanded. I wanted an answer. Andrew looked at me, and I shrugged. I might be confused from the drugs, but it had sounded poetic in my head.

“Who’s Abaddon? Is what happening now a bad thing?” “Abaddon is a demon babe. Dead people coming back to life after a demon foretold a bad omen, it can’t be good” “B-but but—” “I know this is hard to accept babe but you need to let him go” People starts screaming and almost immediately after we heard the scream, a loud rumble shakes the house. We run out to check what’s going on and we couldn’t believe our eyes—the town is burning, people getting killed by the reanimates. Haley goes back inside to check on her father

He says, spitting specks of red as he stutters. "That's right... and I bet you have a real good guess as to why." He stays silent. "Every single fucking one of those girls you sold are going to walk free. The girls you abducted and abused. All eight hundred. Your empire falls today Malcom..." She looks at the fireplace and back at him before shoving his head close to the flame. His hair ignites and starts to burn. His ear-piercing scream shakes the room. I can't believe she is doing this. I can't say I'm not proud, but this isn't anything I could have imagined. However, her arms are shaking. I can hear her trembling breath.

As the music hit its peak, she jumped along, her enthusiasm infectious. The energy of the moment was undeniable, and I could not help but get caught up in the excitement. The sudden intensity hit me so hard that I felt my body react before I could think. I felt like I got my money's worth, being part of that unforgettable experience. She was the kind of beauty money could not buy. The scene turned raw and desperate, the air charged with something dangerous. The thrill of something forbidden, with so many people so close, sent a rush of heat through me.