Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

I lost the best friend I ever had, and I lost the person I used to be. I never went hunting for flings at concerts again. I learned the hard way: never count on luck, and never get involved with strangers on a whim. Everything came full circle. The person someone was with back then could, one day, end up connected to our own family.

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.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

The growing flames made the air visible. Shimmering heat rose from the parched ground as the flames approached. The ground burned with embers, coals bright like eyes staring into the souls of the men who tried to stop it. The firefighters gave up ground reluctantly to the hungry flames. ***

There I saw Damian kneeling with his hands clutching onto his bleeding stomach and Dashiell, who slowly fell down, a rush of blood, splattering as his body met the cold floor. Just then, the door flew open, and an injured Siobahn entered inside, firing two shots at Damian, who died on the spot. I rushed to where Dashiell lay. His face was cold and purple, his mouth hung open as if to say something, and blood trickled out of his mouth. He smiled amidst the pain and whispered, "My stubborn girl. Take care of yourself for me. I love you," and his eyes closed. My heart started to thump wildly as my eyes widened with realization. I shook his body ferociously. "Da-Da-Dashiell. Stop it. Stop joking

"No… No!" He staggered to his feet, wanting to run into the fire. However, the police officers gathered around stopped him. "Calm down, sir! You can't go over there! It might explode another time!" "Let me go! I want to look for Belle!" Anthony roared. His eyes were almost bulging from their sockets. Just then, an explosion ripped through the night. Shards of glass and metal scattered from the sky. The force made Anthony fall to the ground again. This time, he didn't have the strength to get up.

she asks. I nod. “The EMT’s are checking on her right now.” I told her. The police officer tells me to get off the phone. I nod. “Sorry I got to go; the cops are here.” I say before hanging up. Because Axel was still knocked out, Damon and I were required to give our statements, Axel and Sadie will be giving theirs when they come to. It took forever for them to give us the okay to let us go. A team of firefighters from a different station came and put the fire out. they found Sadie’s ex’s body inside, burnt to a fucking crisp. Just like he fucking deserved! Fucking asshole.

His words sounded grave when you think that the perpetrators of the arson were members of the Autumn Pack. I started looking around, trying to spot the traitors among the members, but I couldn't tell the good guys from the bad. Everyone got involved in cleaning up after the destruction and helping to rebuild their homes. Although there were not many people injured, unfortunately, this tragedy left its mark on all of us. The burns suffered by people fighting fires are extensive, and only outstanding health care and detailed work on recovery will help them fully regain strength and return them to their former lives. Seamus did all this to intimidate me. It's his way of forcing me to back off.

Her voice felt closer till she was inside the burning house too. I felt trapped, my heart pounded against my chest. Why on earth would she enter a burning house for me? “What a beautiful reunion…too bad she will be mine soon.” Smith snarled, slicing my arm once more. But my ears were so stuck on her every step. But Smith disappeared within seconds. I turned and stared into her glacier eyes, the way they glowed and how the fire complimented it's reflection on them. I felt soft, I felt defeated as I bleed.

Annie's scream was pure anguish. "DANTE!" Brie rushed forward, but the heat was too intense. She couldn't get close. Onika tried to reach Killian, but the flames formed a barrier, forcing her back. Peggy's hands shot up, and water magic exploded from her palms in a torrent. She doused Killian first—the water hissing violently as it hit the flames—then Dante. The fires died. But the damage was catastrophic. Killian's shirt was burned away completely, revealing red burns across his chest and arms. Some patches were already blistering. Dante was worse—third-degree burns on his back and shoulders, the skin blackened in places.