Maki Zenin Burned Novels & Stories

Augustus closed his eyes, he hugged Sharmaine and left in Galvin's annoyed gaze. "I'll take her back." Galvin laughed in anger. -- Maki lying on the ground, covered in blood, she looked up at the sky, smiling: "This feeling, is the feeling of serenity and freedom that person refers to?" "It was great." “I am no longer Maki Mohini, I am Maki Yuki.” Maki was once a Japanese girl, a gentle schoolgirl who was turned into a vampire. She smiled, she used the last of her strength. The body suddenly caught fire. Maki has prepared very well, she no longer wants to live. She chose death and chose to leave the Mohini clan.

However, the last ball of purple fire caused a minor flame to start on my monkey tail and soon enough everyone in the audience was laughing in amusement. “I can already picture myself sucking all the blood dry from his fvcking corpse,” Zeneca blasted and true to her intentions, she did manage to successfully shoot a few flaming darts of Dark Arts at him that found their spot, straight on Chester’s ass as he tried to cross the distance between us with a giant jump while back flipping. “Pfft,” Zeneca scoffed. “Wrong move fvcker,” she taunted him as we shifted back to my original human form. “Is that all you got ?” Micalo smirked as he managed to heal back his burnt spots quickly and the both o

He knew there was no way he would survive. Then the kirin attacked. It pouted all it's Reiteki into that one holy flame attack. Warren who was lying on the ground, expected his body to turn to ashes immediately. But the moment the flame came into contact with his body, instead of a blistering heat, Warren only felt warmth. Just what was going on?

“Why do you think white Slayers make the hand seal of Zai? We ask permission from the gods to use the sky and the elements.” “That’s different because air, the ingredient of your wind, is everywhere. You know what I mean. If I hadn’t had my flint and steel last night, who knows what could’ve happened? Something like that can decide the difference between life and death.” Aki was quiet. “Sorry to vent on you,” Temujin said. “I just wish I could do the Hououtenku. The Rising Phoenix.”

He was the worst of the worst Serith had warned the world about. Holding Diana’s burnt body in his arms, Zephyr Darkken lumbered all the way from the Wenos pack to the Jupitus pack with his charred body. The ground he walked on burst into flames. Such malignant and roaring flames any force of nature couldn’t put off, not even God.

Zenith’s POV I drop the herb mortar. Koa jumps to his feet. “Zenith?” I do not answer. I see fire. Alejandro surrounded by flames. But it is not danger. It’s… memory. Pain turned to strength. I clutch my chest. “He has it,” I whisper. “The Emberroot.” “And he’s okay?” I smile faintly, even as a tear escapes. “Yes,” I say. “He’s more than okay.”

Dante said. "That's what I think too," Elian said. "He's draining the organization. Slowly. Below the detection threshold of anyone not looking for it specifically." He looked at Dante. "He's going to burn The Meridian down himself. After he's gotten everything he can out of it." "Which means," Dante said slowly, "he doesn't need it to survive. He just needs everyone who knows enough to compromise him to be gone first." "The loose ends," Elian said. "What Selene said. Multiple loose ends."

Her mouth tasting bitter, her heart ached; she couldn't wait to end the bastard. She turned from him and was about to walk away, but was stopped by him. Gamma Hume held her upper arm, stopping her from taking another step. “If there was one battle I lost. It was yours.” He walked over to make sure she could see his face. “I don't know what happened that night. But I wasn't the one who killed you.” Nyssa felt a cold chill run down her body. “You bloody liar!” She spat. “I swear.” Gamma Hume swore, “By the time we got to you, you were already dead, your throat slit. No one knew what happened, but everyone thought the goddess had killed you herself.”

The sun-flare burns through anything in existence, and that miserable little Sigen poison is absolutely not an exception! 'It hurts too much,' I whispered back, my grip on the stone slipping. My fingers were going numb, losing sensation. 'The magic... it makes it rot faster. I can't... I can't do it again.' 'Because you're trying to patch it like a mortal!' Daekan snarled, his golden light flaring brightly behind my eyelids, forcing my vision to clear for a split second. The intensity of his presence was overwhelming, demanding my attention. 'Burn it out! Don't heal the skin… incinerate the poison inside the vein! I didn't pair my eternal flame with you just for you to die on me in the middl

The heat was burning our skin and I looked down at the dead body of what once used to be the Alpha of The Fuego De Ceniza pack at his feet… "Keep your distance!" I commanded, before darting forward. I may have killed him, but I needed to get his body for the pup. "Al!" Marcel growled. ‘Al, get the fuck back!’ Darien shouted through the link. I ignored them, but before I could even get to the body, the djinn stepped on him, instantly turning him to a burned crisp. My heart plummeted and I jumped back. "Don’t let it touch you! One touch and your fucking burnt toast!" I growled.