Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

But as Ethan and I moved to follow her, my phone—the old, manual device Beatrice Vance had given me, the one that should have been completely fried by the Spire’s discharge—buzzed in my pocket. There was no text. No signal. Instead, the screen flickered into a live video feed of the high-desert mill we had left behind in embers. The fire was out. The adobe walls were standing. And sitting on the porch, holding a manual wooden shuttle that was carving a violent, bloody groove into his own knee, was the Burnt Ethan. The version we thought had died in the Salish Sea forest. He looked directly into the camera, his eyes completely hollow, his mouth moving in a silent, rhythmic chant that my inter

"Did you call me a crybaby?" His body rears up, his front legs as high as three men, and flames shoot from his mouth as he... laughs? The idiot is laughing. I notice the lighter shade of his underbelly and fist the hand that is missing a blade. His belly is the kill zone where I will end his miserable life. I look around and see a door about eight feet away. The heat from his laughing fire heats my skin. I run for the door. With all the bad luck I've had it's a miracle that the door opens and I can slip inside.

I manage to get back with the others just in time as they called me. Due to the heavy burns and damage sustained by the other hunters, they needed healers. And as far as the record of talent goes, I am a healer. They called me to the infirmary, where it was almost full of injured hunters who tried to stop the hellhounds from going berserk. The hunters who suffered severe burns are all in the emergency room, separated from the rest of the injured bodies.

"I… I didn't know!" "Declan," I said evenly, "if you order your warriors to stop the men carrying the stretcher, it might not be too late." But before he could react, one of the warriors came running back, panting. "Alpha! As ordered, the body was thrown into the incinerator at the waste plant for fuel." He straightened, almost proud. "I even waited until she was completely reduced to ash before returning to report." Declan's knees gave out. He hit the floor.

You have received 10,000,000 dollars into your bank account for completing the S-Rank mission! As I stared at the long string of zeros, I smiled and tapped on the airplane booking app. I was going to Smoke Bay of Snowland. It was a one-way trip, and I booked a first-class seat for myself. That piece of trash had promised me multiple times that we would watch the aurora together, but he never fulfilled his promise. I had plenty of time and money at present, so I was going to see it on my own. I stood up and pulled the curtains back.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

“I really tried.” “I know,” Matteo whispered. “I know you did.” They sat like that for a long time. In silence. Waiting for a miracle. --- At the old couple’s house, a fire burned in the small hearth. Derek lay on a makeshift bed, wrapped in warm blankets. Mama Sade pressed a wet cloth to his forehead. “He’s still burning up.” Papa Remy stirred soup in a pot. “We’ll keep him alive. We’ll keep him safe.”

(Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins.

I couldn't let him get away, so I made my move. I stepped out of the shadows just as his hand touched the driver’s side door handle. “Don’t move,” I say clocking my gun He froze. “Turn around. Slowly.” He did. The floodlight caught his face and in that moment the world tilted violently beneath my feet. Cassian Evers. Burn scars twisted the left side of his face into a permanent, grotesque sneer. The man I had grown up with. The man I had trusted with my life. The man I had buried years ago after the fire how was he alive? I went back for him, but the firefighters said there were no survivors.

“Boss is burning with anger. He already fired two employees. Go inside quickly or you’ll be next.” I wished he would. At least then I would not have to do this myself. I knocked and entered. The pain in my chest was so sharp that I almost hissed. He looked up instantly. Like he knew it was me. Like he recognized my knock. My footsteps. The sound of my heels. His angry expression hardened as his eyes landed on me. His gaze traveled over me like it always did, but this time it paused longer, noticing my clothes. “Get out with whatever you have in your hands."