Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

I light the fuel with my other hand. The flames catch fast and climb through the hardware, licking around the laptop’s edges, finding the drive, consuming the server. The plastic casing warps and bubbles. Internal components glow orange, slowly deforming in the flames. The laptop screen cracks from the intense heat, the glass falling inward. Above it all, the smoke climbing into the Alaskan sky carries sixty-three names, ten years of lies, and eight years of bruises into the dark where nobody will ever retrieve them. We watch it burn. Her hand in mine. The fire reflecting in her eyes.

Hell no! My name isn't Blackwood, the doctor must have assumed I took up Damien's name since he's now my stepfather. I was too weak to argue so I let it slide. “Let's check what's going on with you.” He said and moved closer to me. “She clearly has an infection. That is the reason for the fever and why she's burning up so much. Miss, do you have any infected wounds?” The doctor asked me and I nodded in the affirmative. I opened the blanket and showed him the cut I had from the tree at the cemetery yesterday.

We still remember that girl Bruno met inside the plane during his flight back to Texas? Her name was Silvia. In addition to her beauty and other things that were physically intact in her, he had that charisma that most people would long to see in ladies but seemed just few of them had it, Silvia was one of them. Since that day they arrived in texas, Bruno haven't met with her again or even called her to know how she was faring. Silvia on her own side still maintained her own esteem and decided to wait for the call anytime it was coming even if it had to take till eternity to come.

Damien lit a match and started the Vampires body on fire, leaving it to burn in the alleyway. Suddenly I was back on Damien's lap, our lips touching, while lightning danced across my spine. He pulled away and locked eyes with me. I could read his thoughts as a mess of turmoil and sorrow. He never wanted me to have to relive that. He regretted making me forget him, but he knew that it was too much conflict. A Hunter and a Vampire. I was too young to understand, and he was too smart for his own good.

He accused angrily. Noah immediately realized his mistake and was on his feet immediately as he held Lola gently by the shoulders from behind and whispered. “Don’t worry darling, let me take it in instead.” Grandfather Sanchez finally calmed down as he allowed Sir Henry to hand the box over to Noah who carried it into the room and dropped it off on the table before rushing back to the living area. Lazarus Sanchez was a bomb. One of which he had to manage cautiously. If not managed properly, his penthouse might burn to ashes before the old man decides to leave.

Bryja asked “Yeah, sorry, lost in thought.” “No shit. You burned the pot.” Thana laughed, pointing at the smoking handle in my hand. I threw the pot to the side. “I wasn’t that hungry, anyway.” Noise erupted nearby, yelling and fighting could be heard. Then I heard him. “Nerine, tell these fucks who the hell I am.” a man ordered.

Yet in the face of a Sanctuary level cultivator, it was hardly anything at all. The super cannon might be able to wound a Sanctuary level cultivator if it managed to catch them off guard. But a pistol would not be able to do anything, even if it was specially forged. The bullets shot through the air, whistling high and sharp as they hurtled towards Logan. Yet the second they came into contact with the flames framing Logan's body, they were burned away at once. Behind Ryder and Isabella was Wilbur, lying unconscious. He was pale in the face, completely devoid of any signs of life.

I stagger to my feet as bits of cloth and paper float to the ground, still burning. Ian rushes past me and dives into the burning house. My family’s burning house. I hear him scream again. And through the muffled sounds of his screams, I hear a name. Hunter. He is screaming Hunter’s name. ***** The swing doors of the hospital emergency ward burst open to a world of chaos. Flashing red and blue lights accompany a siren that rings overhead. Pack doctors, nurses and medical staff are rushing back and forth tending to their patients. “Please, save him!” I cry as an unconscious and badly burnt Hunter is pushed through the doors of the operation theatre. A nurse in dark green scrubs holds up her h

His presence flickered through the fire, a thread of warmth and calm. “You’re not alone in there,” he said. “I’m with you.” I gasped, clutching at the sound, focusing on it like it was my only lifeline. The fire roared again, but this time I didn’t fight it. I listened. Underneath the fury, beneath the grief, there was something else — a heartbeat. A single pulse that matched my own. The Fireborne’s memory wasn’t just pain. It was protection. Every burn, every blaze, every death — it was all for survival. For love.

“I like that you have not changed.” Slowly, holding my gaze, he pulled down the hoddy so I could see. For a moment, I stopped breathing. What I saw had me too shocked to move. Although my face held no expression, I struggled within me not to look away. Half his face had been badly burnt. Third degree burns to be precise. He would pass off as a demon from hell with that look. Slowly, he covers it up. “That is what I went through to get hold of those.”