Hunter Burn Novels & Stories

He immediately follows and I close my eyes to take a nap, as well. During my deep sleep, I am abruptly awakened by the invisible bump on the road which caused the car to bounce violently. Fortunately, Dmitri's left hand is on my head protecting it, while his right arms travel to both my shoulders embracing me. My body suddenly leans to him as he advances to my side. I look at his face and his face is in a grimace, "Be more careful Tommy," he angrily criticizes poor Mr. Burk.

Two of Noah’s guys stepped out. Jenny skidded to a halt, her pulse roaring in her ears. Ethan positioned himself in front of her. “Get returned.” The large of the two guys, a bald guy with a scar throughout his cheek, smirked. “Mr. Hernandez desires you domestic, Jenny.” Ethan’s fists clenched. “She isn't going with you.” The second guy laughed. “You do not have a desire.” Jenny’s heart pounded. She was in this role earlier than trapped, powerless. But no longer this time.

The way she had looked at him on that first day in the courtyard was as though she were looking at someone who was considerably more familiar than a stranger who had just been introduced. I told myself that it was impossible that night when I was lying awake, for Wren is dead. I saw her being burned. I was in the crowd and watched as the fire took her, and in no version of that memory does anyone walk away from it alive. Nevertheless, the evidence kept on building up—small, specific, and hard to ignore—a habit of doing laundry, a fighting style, a way of laughing, and the manner in which she moved around rooms as if she had constructed them herself. He kept thinking about it well into the ni

- Hannah asks. - It seems so. – he says, opening his mouth in sleep. - Why are you answering like that? Hell, he's your fireheart, you should be excited, happy, filling on top of the world. - Dalkor says, clinging to Valdar, to prove his indignation at his lack of affection for his fireheart. - That's easy for you to say. Your fireheart is a dragon like you. Mine is a mutt. - Don't say those things, you know that our fire doesn't always choose someone of the same species. – Valdar says, with a smile.

Acting like he didn't know who I was, he shoved me aside and carried the young woman down from the car. She sensed my anger and grew so terrified that she buried her pale face in Harrison's arms and sobbed. "Harrison, that woman must be very angry. I'm scared." Harrison glanced at me with a hostile expression before looking at the secondhand car nearby. Smirking, he declared, "It's just a rusty old Volkswagen Beetle! It's not like I can't afford to pay for the damages." He tossed a business card at me with a flourish of his hand and continued, "Just let me know when you get the bill for the repairs."

Bang! Riddled with bullets, Lucy collapsed into a filthy puddle. Her eyes were wide open, staring blankly at the black sky as the light slowly faded from them. It was a miserable end, identical to my own death in the rain in my past life. But Henry, having killed the traitor, didn’t get his comeback. His reputation for treachery, for slandering a loyal subordinate, and for being so blind he drove his family into the ground, had spread through the entire North American Mafia.

My thighs and calves burn, the ache a dull roar. I roll the Icy Hot over my shoulders again, then my hips, then my legs. The sting is familiar now. It doesn’t bother me. I’ve come to like it, even. As I cap the bottle and slide it back into the duffle, I glance around. The world feels… still. Quiet, but not empty. There’s something in the air—not a sound or a scent, but an awareness. “Zerina,” I whisper, “I think we’re getting close.”

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

The roar of those thousands of clones, the mechanical whirring of drones, the screams—everything vanished into the womb of eternity in an instant. ​As the smoke and fog slowly began to lift, I saw something no human is ever prepared to see. ​The entire forest was now a massive crematorium. Where the mysterious pond had been, there was now only a smoking crater. A little further away, I saw the lifeless body of my father. The man whose power once shook the entire city was unrecognizable now, half of his body charred to coal. His family ring lay in the dust, but the hand to wear it was gone. Nearby lay the peaceful body of Elena Valentine—the fire of revenge in her eyes extinguished forever.

It’s on fire and the men who were manning it are either gone or dead on the ground, burned to death. One of the silvers turns to face us while another takes a second hatchling and begins flying away. The silver facing us growls and blows another round of fire at us. This time when I hit the ground, I begin crawling toward the harpoon launcher. Just as I reach it, the fire stops. I stand, ready to put a harpoon into the launcher when huge talons grab the launcher and fling it over the edge of the mountain. The silver looks at me, growling menacingly.