Demon Core Hand Burn Novels & Stories

It grabbed me by the throat and lifted me off the ground. "Your blood," it hissed, its breath like sulfur and decay. "You have been kissed by divinity. What is so special about you for the goddess to touch you?" It hurled me across the room. I hit the stone wall with enough force to crack the mortar, then slammed to the floor. Every bone in my body screamed in protest. The wounds in my chest burned like I'd been doused in acid. I was not healing. Neither would I heal. This was precisely what made demons so dangerous.

He was forcefully trapped entirely awake, aggressively feeling the catastrophic electrical voltage actively boiling his dark blood and cooking his heavily bruised flesh entirely from the inside out. The heavy titanium cuffs aggressively burned directly into his fragile skin, actively searing deep, horrific third-degree burns completely into his bare ankles. The violently exposed, shattered bone in his entirely mangled right hand aggressively spasmed against the cold steel chair. His severely crushed chest violently heaved, his wildly erratically beating heart aggressively hammering against his freshly snapped ribs at a terrifying, entirely lethal rhythm. Thick, black, toxic smoke aggressivel

"All that power, and you still break so prettily for me." The demon thrashed harder, trying to tear its way free. No. I sucked in a sharp breath and forced myself upright, my teeth bared as pain ripped through every nerve. Zamora grew frantic as she realized that I was still moving. I blindly reached out a hand, my fingers closing around the handle of the pan on the stove. Metal scorched my palm instantly, my skin screaming as the heat bit deep. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, but the pain kept me sane.

He slowly sent the flames toward the Devouring Demon. The Devouring Demon felt scorching heat as the white flames approached him. The flames entered his body through his pores. Unable to withstand the inferno, a large portion of his flesh was badly burned. However, the Devouring Demon gritted his teeth through the pain. The flames flowed through the Devouring Demon’s body and began burning away the other souls within him. Throughout this time, excruciating pain wracked the Devouring Demon’s body. His face contorted, and droplets of blood trickled down his forehead. His body was also covered from head to toe in severe burns and injuries. However, James controlled the flame, ensuring it did no

He kept making a mess on Anthony's back with his claws. Anthony groaned and wheezed in pain as Corey's claws repeatedly tore through the flesh of his back. Opening his closed eyes as rage took over and awoke his beast, Corey yelled as he caught on fire. Anthony's eyes set him on fire. Taking the chance, Anthony approached, and clawed at every part of Corey's body his claws reached, including his face. Corey growled in pain, struggling to get over the fire and at the same time, stop Anthony.

It took only a few seconds for the sunrays to break through the darkness. The fire emitting in front of his hands was getting large in size as it was limitless. I can feel the heat. My body felt heavy to me. The air around me was getting very hot for me to bear. A small squeal left Silver's throat and she yanked her hand away from me. She stared at her hand in shock. The dark was disappearing. I could see her hand clearly. Her hand was burnt, that one that was holding me. I stared at my hand as I felt a burning sensation in my body, particularly my hand. The mark on my palm was burning red. Like magma was peering at me from the crack of black Rock.

Right before his hands could actually make contact with my throat, a sudden and highly violent spark of hot, bright blue energy shot directly outward from my right shoulder. The bright energy slammed forcefully into Erwin's outstretched hand, creating a loud snapping sound that echoed down the long stone hallway. Erwin shrieked in absolute agony and violently pulled his arm back inside the dark cell. The older man fell backward onto the dirty floor, clutching a severely scorched and blackened hand against his chest while screaming in pain. The smell of burned skin immediately filled the damp air of the dungeon, mixing unpleasantly with the scent of wet earth.

"Is that why it hurts sometimes?" The question made me freeze. I stared at the burned mark without saying anything. The skin itself seemed to glow faintly, almost like a light source. No matter how hard I stared at it, it refused to change shape and color. It wasn't like I'd never seen burns before. We all get them sometimes, whether we know about them or not. But these didn't seem like normal burns. They were deep. Really, really deep. Almost to the bone. Like someone had stuck a hot poker into the middle of my arm and twisted. I hadn't known that my soulmate would be another demon.

The hand is hot, almost feverish, and I can feel claws threatening to puncture my skin. It’s a man that resembles a demon, his skin is blistering and cracking, revealing molten heat on the inside. Not a demon. A freakishly large burning man. Athena is not responding to my frantic calls. Fiery Gigantor brings me in close to his face, and inhales deeply.

Neal's caressing hand froze on Beau's head. There was a pool of blood in front them. A middle aged man was lying in it, eyes wide open with a glass bottle brutally stuck in his stomach! Neal shivered at the sight. He looked up to find an unfaced Hunter, covered in blood. Neal's breath hitched in his throat. He felt nauseated at the whole sight. There were around twenty people inside. Everyone's attention was on their enraged boss. No one noticed the two guys until Drake's gaze fell on them.