Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

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.

“I did what?” “You went into cardiac arrest. You – your body couldn’t handle it, Scars. Your brother said that extreme burns like the ones on your back do that, pretty often. Burns are like… they’re just so damn hard on the human body. But it’s not like I’m tellin’ you anythin’ that you don’t already know…” “Sam,” Scars whispered, horrified, suddenly seeing yet another nightmare scenario in full technicolor. “Please tell me that he wasn’t working the E.R. when I was brought in…”

“Then let her dig.” He leaned forward slightly, his face still half-shrouded in darkness. “By the time she reaches the bottom of the soil, all she’ll find is bones and dirt.” Dominic’s frown deepened. “What do you mean?” A flick of a lighter. A brief flare of orange illuminated the man’s face, casting sharp shadows over the scars left by his healed third-degree burns as he lit a cigarette. The rich scent of tobacco curled into the air as he took a slow drag before he spoke again.

“Burn it all.” I wanted to promise. I wanted to say I would tear his world down. I wanted to tell her that we would not stop. She smiled at me, that crooked, haunted smile she gave when a plan had teeth. Then her eyes closed. The driver I had trusted was not me. He was a man on the edge. I floored the pedal. We tore through the properties like men running from gods. I felt the car lean into speed and felt as if the asphalt would slide off the world.

Scarface's stuttering was really starting to irk him. "I'm s-sorry, Sir Miller. What I meant was that mage fire came from his hands! He didn't order any demons and his fire was red! His fire, which burned Poisontip in mere moments and killed him, burned red! His flames are red, Master Miller!" Scarface started sobbing violently. 'Ah, he lost it…' "Hector…" Hector, who was now behind Marcus, lowered his head. "Yes, Sir Marcus?" "Take this pathetic man out and dispose of him."

she asked coldly, staring straight into his eyes like a challenge. He nodded. “Of course. I understand.” He stepped closer to the bed, his voice soft and professional. “Your sister has sustained what we classify as third-degree burns over nearly seventy percent of her body. That includes portions of her face, chest, arms, and legs. The burns are extensive and severe, and unfortunately, they’ve also caused serious complications—especially damage to her lungs from smoke inhalation.” “But… she was still breathing when we brought her in,” Victoria said, still in that chillingly calm tone. “She was talking. She said my name.”

The car tore down the road, skimming the asphalt as its taillights carved a red streak through the night. By the time Salvatore reached home, the outer walls of the third floor were charred black, and thick smoke churned from a narrow window. He moved before he could think, charging straight toward the flames. However, two of his men grabbed him. "Don Russo, you can't go in there! The fire's not out yet!" But he shoved them aside, his eyes wild with fury. "Useless bastards! If you won't save Arianna, then I will!"

But even as he turned to retrace his own path back to the Summit grounds, he knew one undeniable truth: Eira Thornwind had already ignited a fire in him, and he would not be able to forget it, no matter how hard he tried. Silver flames were burning, and they would only grow.