Slow Burn Novels & Stories

He was asking this question from the day they took him here. Bella took a glance at Daniel before telling Nick to took him out from the bathroom. Nick did as he was told. He took him out, Harry helped him. "Do you know how does it feel to get burned to death?" Bella turned to Cha Sunho who was staring at them. "Fire destroys your nerve endings. So a person feels no pain at all from being burned that severely. The way you burn to death is by suffocation." Bella said sharply. "You'll understand when you'll get burned to death," Sunbin said as she remembered the moment her house was burning.

“I'm sorry you lost so much while doing what you loved, Jacob.” I gave a humorless laugh before flopping back on the couch, causing it to rock back and forth in a slow sway. “The worst thing is that they tried to save it, you know? I still had it attached to me. Sure, the nerves, muscles, and bones were shattered, but they did what they could. But a few days later… Let's just say it just didn't work.” “Necrosis appeared?” “Fucking necrosis,” I whispered bitterly. But the resentment I felt faded from my mind when Vivienne surprised me by laying her head on my chest, her arm and leg wrapping around me in a warm embrace.

The flames blazed on, intense and untamed, burning bright against the white landscape. I had no idea what else to do, but I kept piling snow onto her, desperate to quench the flames that seemed unstoppable. Finally, after a minute that felt like a lifetime, the fire sputtered out. Scarlett lay there, her body still and vulnerable. Her skin glowed faintly, as if some otherworldly energy had just released her, and after a few heartbeats, she began to stir, slowly coming back to herself.

She put out the hellfire on her hand and tried to pat out the flames to no avail. His skin burnt away and his flesh continued to disintegrate, but he kept on a relaxed smile and explained how it works. "Hellfire is the hottest fire there is and is often used for torture. It has intense crippling heat but kills a person very slowly. Like what's happening now. Oh, but it won't harm you. It recognises its creator." She looked at his hands where bones were starting to get exposed. The fire also seemed to move up to his wrists. "You can explain those later. Don't you want to extinguish this first?"

I said. Rocket cleans Sabine's shoulder to get all the blood off and have a good look. Sabine winces several times and squeezes my hand. “ I know it hurts sweet girl. I’m sorry. I will be done soon.” Rocket coos at Sabine. Seriously, how many slides are there to this girl? “ Rocket, why does it burn so bad? Ice never usually burns when I get cut. And not for this long. And never this much blood.” Sabine asked. “ I’m sorry to say but this isn’t from ice. It is from a bullet. Just a graze. You don’t need stitches. But I have to clean it up and get it bandaged. You are going to have to be careful with this arm for a few days.” Rocket said.

Koa The pain is dull now. Dull and distant, like a memory I have not yet decided to keep. The kind that lingers just under the skin, too proud to fade but not loud enough to demand attention. Silver and wolfsbane, a coward's poison. It burns slow, stalling the body, whispering doubt into the bones. But I am still here. And I am still breathing. Thanks to her. Zenith the most low-key healer of this century.

The flames lash toward Selena’s mangled body, wrapping around her like snakes, twisting and tightening, burning brighter with every passing second. Her body starts to burn. The dark, twisted glow that surrounded her begins to fade, eaten up by the flames. The fire eats away at her, hissing as it consumes her flesh. Her skin blackens and cracks like dry wood, breaking apart in the fire’s wake. Her bones shift and splinter, disintegrating under the heat.

Three days. It’s been three days since I took the heat serum, and the doctor is coming later to test if it worked. My body aches and burns, a raw, relentless pain that makes me wish I’d never gone through heat at all. It’s horrific—like a train has barreled through me, over and over, leaving nothing unscathed.

Smoke was billowing all around me now, thick and black against the midnight of the slinking shadows. The shapes dancing across my unconscious were violent and harsh. I grimaced against them as I tried to find my footing. The flames grew thicker, lapping at my heels. I started to run, my legs feeling thick and heavy as I waded throught the smoke. I gasped for breath, the slaws of the shadows pulling me backward, as though they were keeping me from whatever it was I was running towards. Nevertheless I powered on, clenching my muscles and crying out as I took step after agonizing step forwards.

Slowly, I tilt my head, my eyes focusing on the strange, beautiful pattern now etched into my skin. It’s not just a faint bruise anymore; it’s something more. The mark has grown bolder, its fiery pattern glowing against my skin. Tendrils of flame, rich and molten gold, curl and intertwine, creating an intricate design that seems to pulse with its own light. I can almost feel the warmth radiating from it, as if my skin had been kissed by fire. The flames seem alive, dancing with a mesmerizing energy that draws me in, making it impossible to look away.