Demon Core Hand Burn Novels & Stories

He looked down again. “Try to carry him first,” he said. I nod, turning my chair. Then I reached out and carried him but Archie hold his shirt tight, squirming in displease. “You can’t stay with him throughout the night,” I said, carrying him off. My eyes widened in shock as Archie burnt my hand. I dropped him, looking at my hand. He only burnt me and not Silver, and the intensity was high. “Oh shit, that looks bad,” Silver said, holding my hand. I breathe out, looking at my hand that is slowly healing. His fire was that hot.

There is something wrong with these people and one could tell immediately by just one look at this leader of theirs. “You’ve just made things a lot more interesting.” His grin returned to a normal smile, making his mouth appear narrower, which I was thankful for. He withdrew his hand from the bar and what I saw next was so disturbing that, had I not been through some serious trauma already, I’d probably call it the most horrifying thing I have seen in my entire life. His hand was burned down not only to the muscle, but to the bone. The tendons were seared and stuck together and the bones were white and slightly covered with burned skin and fascia. The guard standing beside him noticeably sta

I felt my bone creaking. I gathered myself together and said, "what, don't tell me, because of how loud-mouthed you're, you want to make me feel guilty?". "Guilty?, Did you say, guilty, let me show you,". My hand was taken toward the direction of the flames again. The gas cooker was still on. Corey placed my hand directly on it. The hairs in my hand, all began to roast. It smelled like a roasted goat was being prepared, however, it was my skin burning...

I could not see anything visible, so I released him from the hold I had on him. He fell to the ground, writhing on the floor. “I bent down and touched his skin. I removed my hand, as his skin burned my hand. “What is happening?” I asked him. “I am burning up,” he yelled, as I watched his skin start to blister. Given the extreme heat I could not do anything to help ease his pain.

He leans over me and runs sloppy kisses over the back of my shoulders and neck. I shiver again in disgust and put my concentration back on my hands. I open them up so that as he thrusts forward; he lays his stomach over my hands; I concentrate on heating them up, wanting to burn him; I am surprised when he pulls back on a yelp and I turn just slightly and see two small burn marks when my hands were touching.

He walked toward the door, opened it, and walked out. I slumped back, bracing against the sharp pain. It felt just like being back at Eliana’s house. An unfamiliar doctor walked in with Blanke. Just the two of them. Amon wasn't there? “Let me see your hand?” the doctor asked. I held my hand out to him, still weak. His eyes went wide. “Your hand is burned. This is severe.” I exhaled and sat up. “I’ll give you some first aid, you can head to the hospital after this,” he said, and I nodded slowly.

Three times. Silver ash caked my fingers, the backs of my hands, my wrists. My left hand, from fingertip to wrist, was curled flesh, char and raw red, the edges of my nails seared yellow and warped. Someone behind me was pulling at me. I threw the hand off. Anyone who touched me, I threw off. But I came up with nothing. The moontear had already melted, gone to smoke, and all that was left in the furnace was silver ash.

Then I look at it. Four minutes later, there is nothing there. No redness. No tenderness. I press my thumb against the place where the burn was and feel nothing unusual, no heat, no sensitivity, just skin behaving as though nothing has happened to it at all. I stand at the sink for a long time. Then I go and get the notebook. Day 2. Dermal. Burn, second degree, approximate, contact with heated surface. Healed completely in under four minutes. No scarring. No residual inflammation. Possible explanations:

They were red. "You hand is burnt," she gasped taking his hand in hers. Damon shrugged, "it's nothing to worry about," he started to say but she interrupted him. "Just keep shut, I'll be right back." She said before striding away. "Sorry Damon," I muttered as Tiana was gone. He smiled, "thank you." Tiana returned shortly with a cream in her hand. She crouched in front of Damon after reaching for his hand she started to apply the cream to the burnt areas.

For a moment, it works, warmth gathers in my chest, flowing into my arms, down to my hands. My skin glows faintly, a shimmer beneath the surface. It almost feels beautiful. Then it surges. The warmth spikes into searing heat, bursting through my right palm like liquid fire. I cry out, stumbling back, clutching my hand. The smell of scorched flesh chokes me, and I see an angry red burn forming across my skin. “No, no, no…” My voice is a hoarse whisper. I cradle the hand to my chest, biting back tears. “Not again.”