Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

"She was the best thing in my life and living each day without her hurt more than you'd ever know. Then fast forward to that day. We were the only ones at home. I was in my room sleeping and the next thing I remain was the feeling of being scalded all over. I opened my eyes to see that my room was on fire. Serious fire, I couldn't even see anything except the fire. Panic and worry took over. I ran to where the door was admist the fire but it wouldn't open, wouldn't budge. My skin was starting to burn and someone was screaming maniacally. That person was me." God! My heart broke into a million pieces for her, for the small girl who did not deserve to go through what she had gone through. She

Item: Basic Fire Bomb Item Level: 5 Item Type: Uncommon Item Cooldown: 1 second (one bomb) 10 minutes (three bombs in 5 seconds) Blast Range: 5 meters Description: A one-time use item that does minimal damage on contact but adds the effect on the target. does flat 50 damage every 5 seconds and lasts for 5 minutes. If used on targets weak to fire, the burn damage is doubled. can be stacked up to three times.

“Hey! That's not fair. I didn't even ask to drive the truck...” The Chief ignored Vivienne completely as he stopped next to me. “You’re always welcome home, Jacob,” The man said, laying a hand on my shoulder. “Never think that because you are not active, you’re no longer one of us.” “Chief …” “You'll always be a firefighter, son,” He interrupted me, his index finger pointed towards my chest, although his warm, blue eyes always remained fixed on me. “Your heart and mind know it, Jacob. Your ranks will always exist. Your heroic actions will always live in each of those people you managed to save. So never forget what you did. And don't forget what you still are.”

It seems even an old dog can learn new tricks. I had been trying to spot anyone out the front windows when I heard him shouting. “Oh, SHIT! GET DOWN!!” The Hunter called from the kitchen. “What’s going on?” I questioned, starting to head to the back of the house, but it was too late. I could smell the burning gasoline and hear the clanging sound of something bouncing down the chimney. Fuck! I couldn’t move fast enough as the grenade landed, blasting me back into a wall. Someone is going to pay for that. “THAT MOTHER FUCKER!” I cursed, coughing as I shoved debris away.

"How? I saw the boathouse explode. I saw you fall." Julian’s face appeared on the screen, scarred and twisted by burns. He looked like a nightmare. "Fire is an old friend, Hazel. It takes, but it also gives. It gave me a reason to stay alive. It gave me the drive to find where Jane was hiding your little prize." The reporters in the room began to panic. Security guards rushed toward me, but I didn't move. My soul was screaming. Every breath I took felt like I was inhaling glass. First my father, then my mother, and now Julian. No one stayed dead in this world.

And, for some reason, recently since the fire incident in the field, Albern seemed to have returned to the past, especially when Harnum called him, and the image of the little girl came back to him. Harnum reminded Albern of his little girl. Then, at that very moment when Albern was treating the burns on the soles of Harnum's feet, Albern again saw a similarity. He found burns on the soles of Harnum's feet, and now, Albern was curious about Harnum's back, he really wanted to check to see if it was true that Harnum was the little girl who had helped him in the forest when he was little.

' Bryson urges as he tries to keep the small spot from closing back. I didn't hesitate. I run. Fire burst up in flames, scorching my skin but I didn't care. Pain shot through me as I continue to ran through the fire, the smoke filling my lungs heavily. The smell of my very own burning flesh fueled me on. The house was close but I picked up other scents surrounding the building. My heart froze. There were a lot of hunters here too. They were prepared in case we broke through the wall. I could see their arrows gleam as they aimed right at me. The heat of the flames licked at my back as I burst through the last curtain of fire.

The fire had been burning for hours, a blazing beacon that cut through the darkness of the frozen wasteland like a lighthouse in a storm. Julian had watched it from a distance, his body trembling with a mixture of cold and exhaustion, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. He had not meant to burn the house down. He had only wanted to signal for rescue, to attract attention, to find help. But the fire had spread faster than he had anticipated, consuming everything in its path, reducing the Mill Creek house to a pile of smoldering ash and charred timbers.

Harlan’s burner phone buzzed—once. A single, coded message glowed on the screen: **>> Raven inbound. ETA 15. Burn the nest after. <<** *Raven.* The call sign for the strike team. *Burn the nest.* No survivors, no evidence. Harlan snapped the phone shut, eyes like flint in the cabin’s gloom. "Move out. Now."

He quickly gets up, pours fuel on the car, then lights a match. Flames quickly spread through the car and it feels like the old me is being burned to ashes. “Get down,” the new driver orders just as our car takes off. The car is swallowed up by the fire and seconds later, there's a boom as it explodes loudly and illuminates the night. I try to hold in but the tears run down my face. I lean back against the seat and cry. My sobs are coming from my broken heart. The driver looks at me through the rearview, “It was necessary. You'll be a ghost by morning. No body, just evidence.”