Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

Once out Leneve snaps her fingers and the building is engulfed in flames. The four of us stand back and watch as the bunker begins to burn to the ground. Flames lick high causing black smoke to billow from the roof. Behind me, I can hear a commotion and a rush of shifters heading our way. “Water! We need water!” I hear the familiar voice of Travis barking orders to his warriors. They could get as much water as they could find and bring in all the hoses MacTire had but it wouldn’t help. The walkers were dead and their bodies were burning.

I said gratefully. When we got to the hospital, they separated both of them. Sofia was rushed to the burn unit while doctors treated Dante for smoke inhalation and minor burns. I stayed with him, ignoring the curious looks from nurses who recognized him as the notorious Dante Romano. "You should have let the firefighters handle it," I scolded softly while helping him sip water after his oxygen treatment. "They wouldn't have reached her in time." His voice was hoarse, and damaged from the smoke. *** After several hours, a doctor entered. The expression on his face was quite gloomy. "Mr. Romano? Your sister is stable, but she has suffered severe burns coupled with significant smoke inhalation.

Tammy continued screaming in her hoarse voice till her voice vanished amidst the sea of fire. Sharon witnessed the scene of Tammy being burned to death and could not help but feel scared. 'It’s hard to believe that Simon and I nearly got burned to death! 'I can only say that Tammy was way too cruel. It's one thing if she wanted to die, but she wanted to drag us along with her!' Simon could feel that Sharon was shaking, so he hugged her. He said softly, "It's alright now." He also felt that Tammy was way too cruel. It was just that he did not expect Tammy to be so cruel to him too.

The extinguisher had been released inside the building but Scorpion had set off another outside it. The flames burned deep red and amber, almost livid purple as the assassin saw various firefighters- humans and robots, trying to put out the fire. Nothing inside was likely to survive the fire, Scorpion thought. The flames licked up in the air with the wind, trying to catch something else on fire, and finding nothing but air. It disappeared into the windy night, like disappointed flutters. As he ran the palm of his hand around the three day growth of his chin, he traced the ridge of an old scar. The memory of its origin caused him to wince. He quickly buried the thought and turned to the job i

The pack house is burning. By the time we get back, flames are climbing up the walls, eating through the roof, turning everything I've seen the past few days into smoke and ash. Silvermoon members run in every direction—some carrying buckets, some dragging valuables from the lower floors, some just standing and staring. Damian's face goes completely blank. Then he's moving, shouting orders, directing people, organizing a bucket line from the well. I stand there like an idiot, watching my second chance at life go up in flames.

And that’s when it hit me. Damien Lockewood — with all his jet-black perfection and piercing blue eyes — was a certified, grade-A asshole. Oh, shoot me now.

I should have sounded braver. The mirror over my dresser burned like a wound. Lipstick letters smeared crimson: SHE BURNS. I tasted copper. Smoke that wasn’t there. Liam swore so low it felt like a chant. He moved to the glass, eyes scanning the broken edges like he could read names in the splinters. Zane’s hand hit the mirror, smearing the lipstick into a smear of scarlet and breath. He didn’t laugh. He pressed his palm hard, jaw working, and the silence he made felt like a threat.

Tino looked up, confused. Dominic’s voice was ice. “Let the boy live. Let him limp. Let him speak. Let everyone see what it costs to take from me and breathe after.” Tino collapsed, sobbing. The other two didn’t scream. They didn’t get the chance. It was quick. Efficient. Clean. Dominic turned away before the final blows landed. He didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. He walked toward the exit as the blood pooled behind him. Just before stepping into the night, he spoke over his shoulder: “Burn everything they touched.” ---

Even if I did try, it would only relive the hurt and the pain that we went through together. I still hadn’t forgiven him for what happened to us. I still carried that grudge for all that was worth and I don’t know when I would ever get past it. "Cool. Is he old and decaying?" I joked. She laughed with a shake with her head."No, he's young. And hot." I cocked my eyebrows. Hot? Really now."Hotter than me?" She rolled her eyes."Gah. Boys and their hotness." "PANDORA! WHERE THE FREAKING HELL ARE YOU?!" someone screeched from the top of their lungs. God, that was worse than nails on a chalkboard.

Then he brushes my nose and hands me some drinks. Then he takes one end of the shisha pipe and begins smoking. I stare at him as I drink mine. “Oh my goodness, he is really doing it, isn’t he?” I say to myself. And not just him, but all of them. So I close my eyes a bit and contemplate, “Avery, you signed up for this, didn’t you? You knew, and you still came. Now, don’t be a party-pooper, and don’t be weak. Welcome to the Billionaire’s world, bitch!” I remind myself. And so, I grab the other pipe Dmitri’s been smoking, and begin to hit it.