Demon Core Hand Burn Novels & Stories

Before he knew it, his free hand was moving, and his fingertips were grazing the scars. The demon froze. "Mortal," It hissed, "Remove your hand." Fyn didn't. He boldly moved his hand across the demon's chest, his brows furrowed. Fyn often thought that demons had miraculous healing abilities and that their skin would be flawless. He was mistaken. The arm tightly coiled around him got tighter as the demon sharply inhaled. Growling lightly, a tail coiled around his hand that was on the demon's chest and stopped it from moving.

It could pass through your skin in seconds and come out the other side, causing bleeding that is very difficult to heal. Monique cries inconsolably. She is emaciated, her hands and feet are bound with metal handcuffs, and her face is pale. On the other hand, Harrison ... I can't even say for sure that it's about him. His hands, his face ... all of him is with remains of burnt, raw, a product of the fire that I caused to try to kill him. It's fucking scary. I don't know how the fuck he's still alive. That man must have made a pact with the fucking demon. - Mom ...- Lailah murmurs almost in a whisper. Looks like he's been shocked.

But with the damage he’d already done to my back, it would take me more than a week to get out of coma; enough time for Vandal to take care of me permanently. “Damien!” Vandal yelled as he held onto me with one hand while the other burned red hot only inches from my face. The heat was overwhelming. I could feel smoke rise from my skin, but it wasn’t burning yet. Damien rose from the floor slowly; his right arm had been seared raw, reduced to charred muscles and tendon cover bones that were visible in some places. I knew he was severely hurt, I could see it in his eyes how he was battling to stay conscious while his body wanted to shut down so it could repair itself.

It means that Devon was healing herself, and as she gets better, it’s rubbing off on me as well. I was lucky to find a bottle of water lying around, I picked it up and splashed water on my hand, desperately wiping out the blood stains. By the time I was done, the pain in my chest is no more, and I could see Devon standing on her feet again, gazing curiously at me. I lifted my hand to my face, gazing intently at my fingers and my palm, searching for a scar or bruises from the fire that was burning my hand. But there was none, my hand was perfectly okay. It only burned me when I have blood on my hand.

The wound would have been dangerous if Abram had not stopped it on time. Puoots, the fire demon cackled behind them as it prepared to send another fireball at them. This time they were ready. Alexa took the fire extinguisher from Abram with a scowl. No one touches my husband. Before the fire demon threw the fireball at them, it was surrounded by a white cloud, which once cleared left a white coat in his body. The fire demon panicked as he felt the fire within him dull and his body cooled off and turned black and solidified as if he was a volcanic rock. His now coal black eyes stared at them with horror as his mouth formed a scream which never came out.

Creation core? Now that I look closer at the source of mana in the spider nest, I see an almost transparent, spherical substance floating in the middle. As a result, I decided it might be worthwhile to destroy this spawn point in order to learn more about the creation core. I grabbed the core, and the rest is history. PSSSSS! I'm burning to death! Thunk! My hands were so badly burned! What the hell is going on? It's so hot! Waiting for my hand to heal I called out my summons, they will be able to handle it.

it's okay, you're fine," he said. " What could it be, was it the meds you put on my hand or was it because I was getting frustrated?" I asked, looking at him. Speaking of hand I quickly untied the bandaid on my right hand and saw that the burn was already healing itself. "Well that's a good sign, right," I thought to myself. I looked up at Darian with a look of panic in my eyes, " this is normal, right?" I asked, looking at him. " Yes, yes it is, it's perfectly normal," Darian said, looking at me and trying to keep me calm.

My mind begins to wander as I stand here, lost in my thoughts. Just as I am about to flip the eggs over, my hand slips and I burn myself on the hot pan. I hiss in pain, quickly pulling my hand away and cradling it against my chest. The skin is already starting to blister, a bright red mark against my pale skin. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the burn hurts like hell.

If he is being tortured, I will take it instead of him. “We will find a way, Mia. Don’t put yourself in danger!” Lara screamed desperately. But I extended my hand, reaching toward the fire. Lara screamed in horror, Rake barked a loud curse and jerked me back forcefully but by that point, I had already entered my hand in the fire. The place where my hand touched the fire turned blue. And it did not burn. It did not hurt. I pulled my hand back. No burn mark. “What the fuck?” Lara muttered under her breath. Taking a glance at me, she brought her hand close to the fire and had to immediately pull it back as it burnt her fingers.

With the frustrated thoughts, he looked down at his hand, there was a startling split right in the center of his palm with black, burnt edge! "My Lord!" Metis exclaimed as she took his hand into hers with extreme care, "You are hurt!" "It's okay." Erebus made a fist and pulled his hand out of hers, "It will heal." He didn't show anything because he didn't want Kitty to know that she hurt him. "I doubt it." Winnie suddenly said, holding Emma still. "What do you mean?!" Themis was anxious at Erebus's wound, too. "It's a magic burn." Winnie said, "It's not a normal injury. There is no easy cure for that even with the healing ability of a werewolf."