Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

My fire is burning in my gut at what they did to my mother and my brother. My father runs up my wing and grabs hold of a back ridge. “Let’s go.” He calls and I lift off the ground. I roar to Avani that we’re coming. I see another harpoon launcher being rolled out to where Avani is. I blow my fire over it, burning it and the hunters manning it, to a crisp. I fly low to the ground, letting my father jump off my wing before I lift off again and turn, blowing my fire over more of the hunters. I hear their screams of pain as they burn.

He hadn't even dared to own up to his mistakes. "I'm sorry, Belle… I was wrong…" His tears fell onto the diagnosis report, blurring the words. His phone pinged with a message from Roger. "The police only managed to find a portion of the remains after the fire, Mr. Johnson. They've been sent for DNA testing. It was confirmed to belong to Ms. Sutton." The bloody truth was laid bare before Anthony. Unexpectedly, he refused to believe that Isobel was genuinely dead. She'd prepared this gift for him a month in advance. If the accident wasn't truly an accident, that meant it had to be a trick for her to get away from him.

I took Ava and ran. We had seconds. Fire alarms screamed. Men shouted. The house went into a frenzy, and in that chaos we found the service exit we needed. Metal clanged. Feet pounded. I shoved Ava into the car and slammed the door. The engine roared. The shadow in the doorway watched us leave. Isabella lay on the floor, the files scattered like a cemetery. She looked up. The bullet had not killed her. It had cut deep. Her eyes were steady now. “Burn it,” she told me, voice thin. “Burn it all.”

Henry lowered his cutlery and frowned. "Hannah was in the middle of filming when she accidentally got caught in a fire because of a crew member's negligence. She's been badly burned, and it's chaos out there. Yet you're here, enjoying your meal. Why didn't you answer the phone when she called?" Maverick spat. Badly burned? Gabriella paled at that. So, the phone calls from earlier … Unease bubbled in her heart. She looked at Maverick. "Calm down, Mr. Maverick. Ms. Bennett must've been taken to the hospital after getting burned, right? What we need to do now is wait for news from the hospital, not blame Ry …"

If you don’t…,” Orion says, his face bleak. Colt whines in my head, seeing the burn on the side of Orion’s face, courtesy of a McGrath. That’ll take a long time to heal and it’ll be painful. Their burns are more than just skin deep, hardly like touching a hot pan. “Let me see what I can do there,” my grandfather Quinn says, tapping his lips. “Could this Hans even remotely understand the literal powder keg he’s now got under his roof,” Angel asks, to no one in particular.

Sam sat alone on a bench a few feet away, staring at his hands, looking like a man who'd just jumped off a cliff and was only now realizing there was no telling where he'd land. I walked over and sat beside him. "Thank you," I said. "I know what that cost you." "I don't know what it cost me yet," he said quietly. "I'll find out soon enough." "If you ever need anything," I said. "A job, a place to land if this goes badly for you …you have it. I mean that." He looked at me, something almost surprised in his expression, like he hadn't expected kindness from the woman his family had spent years trying to destroy.

Heat hit us from behind, the wave intense it felt like my skin might burn off. The air smelled of burning chemicals, smoke, and something metallic. My wolf, weak as she was, stirred faintly inside me, confused. I forced my eyes open despite the sting, trying to see him. A mask covered most of his face and all I could see were his eyes, which were bright and then an unusual scar on his chin.

"My plan to hunt her life failed completely, and my own beast paid the total price, yet my tongue cannot even roar the truth to the pack council without exposing my own hired arsonists!" "My hunters will track every single scent in that valley, Charis!" Luke Turner roars, his calm face completely breaking as his fists smash against the stone wall. "The fire warriors discovered that a rogue wolf ignited the wood on purpose, and the exact watch my paws find the mastermind, my claws will make their soul regret the day they were born into the wilderness!" "Dad, what is the true point of a bloody hunt now?" Charis gasps quickly, her chest heaving with deep panic as she stares at her father's angr

Lorenzo slammed his combat boot onto the accelerator, the armored SUV launching forward as they cleared the final industrial gate. Ahead of their perimeter... a massive, roaring inferno of bright orange flames was aggressively tearing into the midnight sky. Warehouse Seven was actively burning, the historic wooden rafters groaning under the thermal strain. And standing perfectly upright on the high, unobstructed apex of the metal roof... holding a terrified, bleeding Leo Elmundo by the collar of his shirt at absolute gunpoint... was the scarred, ruthless frame of Vincent Hale. Vincent looked directly down through the smoke toward the headlights of Lorenzo’s approaching SUV, a sick, triumphal

Sarah stood by the window, her silhouette sharp against the orange glow of the perimeter fires. The door hissed open. I didn't need the sensors. The 102 BPM rhythm in my womb began to drum against my pelvis before he even cleared the threshold. Damian Morton stepped in. He looked like he’d crawled out of a furnace. His navy shirt was singed at the cuffs, the fabric stiff with salt and sweat. His right hand was tucked into his pocket, but I saw the tension in his shoulder—the way he carried the weight of the burn I’d given him.