Demon Core Hand Burn Novels & Stories

"I had so much fun today." My lips curved into a smile. "Me too." Then I watched the car drive away, before heading back inside. As I opened the door to my apartment, before heading to the guest room, I stopped in the bathroom to grab a tube from the closet. Then I walked into the bedroom, but when I looked up, I saw Jesse who was shirtless, and my mouth dropped open at the red marks on his body. The skin was not broken, but it was swollen and looked like it was raging in pain, I could only guess what kind of weapon made that kind of mark. My eyes widened at how large the burns on his body were, stretching from his neck to his chest. It must be extremely painful, even for a demon.

I can see pain in his eyes as he struggles from my grip. "Y-You will never a-ack! G-Get a-away f-from the—aargh!" My nails buried on his flesh, before I pierced my hand on his chest, I saw the change in the color of his eyes and the flow of blood from his mouth, in ten seconds he was burned by fire and turned into ashes.

Something that burns away the emptiness. The demon walked closer. Each step left faint scorch marks on the stone. Heat poured off his body in waves. It felt good on Elias skin after the cold mountain air. The demon stopped right in front of him and looked down. One large hand reached out and traced a burning finger along Elias jaw. The touch was hot but did not burn. It sent sparks straight down to Elias groin.

Or what was left of it. It wasn’t like the others. The previous five had been torn apart, shredded. Brutal, animal violence. This was different. The corpse had been burned from the inside out. Bones visible through blackened flesh, twisted at impossible angles. The sand around it had been vitrified, turned to glass by heat no normal fire could produce. And the smell of sulfur here was so dense my eyes watered. “This wasn’t a minor demon,” Damián said beside me, voice tight. “This is the work of something far stronger. A high-ranking demon. Maybe higher. I haven’t seen anything like this since—”

Seeing his Alpha receive the onslaught of the flames, Hunter leapt into the air, eyes taking on a deeper shade of blue until it was almost black, and landing on Niquel’s back, pushed him to the floor with him on top. The flames vanished as Niquel’s arms were pressed down by his body, and a scream tore from his throat. Hunter growled, then his eyes went back to Aidan. Breathing heavily, his right arm fell to his side. His clothes have been burned away, and his skin was burnt, blood seeping through the inner layers of skin, the smell of burnt flesh in the air. Then he fell to his back, barely conscious. His right arm slowly returned to its human form, and the greenish orbs in his left hand dis

The impact knocked the air from his lungs, but the warmth pressed against his chest brought panic, not pain. "Valcoz," he whispered, lifting himself. The demon lay limp, black blood trailing from his mouth, eyes closed, skin pale where it shouldn't be. The horns that had once glowed with crimson rage were cracked, dulled, barely clinging to their arcane shimmer. Valcoz was burning from the inside out, his power devoured by the sealing spell, the divine residue eating through his very veins. “No, no, no, stay with me,” Jacquiem breathed, already dragging him up.

The two men were tall and strong and quickly pulled Kisa and Eylul out of the water, respectively. Eylul was still conscious. She tugged on Kohen's lapel, coughing a few times and spitting a few mouthfuls of water, and opened her eyes. Kisa, however, was completely unconscious. The burn marks and the swollen ankles were conspicuous in contrast to her blue one-piece swimsuit. Gilbert glanced at her ankle and slapped Kisa's face anxiously. "Wake up, Kisa. Wake up!" But Kisa was still unresponsive. Jensen had ordered someone to call a doctor. As Adrien stared thoughtfully at Gilbert's anxious face, Jensen glanced at Adrien, his hands clenched in fists.

I wrap my arms around his middle holding him tightly, my face buried in his chest. “What were you thinking about?” He asks. “Did anyone tell you about what happened with me, Teddy and Jenni?” I ask. “Is Jenni okay?” He asks, a worried look on his face. “There isn’t much change with her unfortunately, but something happened. I touched Teddy to tell him I was going to get something to eat, and wanted to see if he wanted anything. Well, he was holding Jenni’s hand when I did and there was this electrical current and I felt like I was being burned, and when I pulled my hand back, it WAS burned. But once I let go of Teddy, the pain stopped. But the burn, it's still there.” I pull my hand out for

What reason could Coreen possibly have for going all the way to Ortigas if she wasn’t hiding something? Because her mind was distracted, she accidentally grabbed the stainless steel cooking pot that was on the stove. That was where she was boiling the beef, and it had been simmering for quite some time, so the pot was extremely hot. She let out a shriek and rushed to the sink. She held her reddened palm under cold running water. She grabbed a clean dishcloth, soaked it in cold water, wrung it out, and wrapped it around her burnt hand. After that, she felt utterly exhausted. She slumped into a chair in front of the table and glared at the pot with frustration. She sat there for a moment, lett

Julie flashed beside me while I held my hand and stared at the door. "What happened?" Julie asked. "Silver," I said. I shook my injured hand and fingers. I hadn't put on my gloves. Dumb. The skin was blistered and swollen already. I stroked the burn with my free hand until the pain subsided and healed. Some Vampires would have gone all hissy-faced, but burns and I were next of kin. I stood and straightened my clothes. I held up my hand and shrugged as if someone was watching me. No biggie. Not leaving.