Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

There was silver burning everywhere. I gritted my teeth and placed my hands on them and grunted as the burning pain shot through me. I pushed with what was remaining of my strength and at first, nothing budged. I kept pushing until the boulders shifted slightly and I crawled out from under them. I stood up on shaky legs and the burns increased. My vision became clouded with pain as I realized in horror that the little space of air that was left was poisoned with burning silver. If I lingered here, I was surely going to die.

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…”

The fear of losing her in this inferno. They pushed forward together, the heat rising as flames began licking at the lower levels of the compound. Fuel lines had been hit. The entire east wing was burning, thick smoke curling upward like the devil’s breath. At a fork in the hallway, a squad of Isabella’s elite enforcers blocked their path. Adriana dove behind a column while Damian took cover behind a fallen beam. Bullets screamed past them. “We’re pinned,” she shouted. Damian’s jaw clenched. “Then we burn through.”

“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.

She did her best to hold back the bile that crept up her throat from the stench of burned flesh. When the flames were extinguished, and the door securely closed again, Adam focused his attention on Mike’s wounded arm. “The burns aren’t as bad as I thought they’d be. I know I shouldn’t have tossed water on them. It made it a bit worse, but there was no time to find something to smother it with. I had the water in my hands and…” “Forget it, doc,” Mike said. “I appreciate your quick thinkin’.’”

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.

he says before his mouth spreads into a sick smirk. So sick that the next breath that leaves me is a shaky one, fear mixing with excitement once again. That smirk stays on his face as he puts both hands on my inner thighs. His fingers have to inch down slowly from how tightly I clench my thighs together. They dig into my skin, curling to get a better grip. I yelp as he yanks them apart, making my panties painfully tighten on my knees. He brings his hands down, keeping me from closing them again. When he gets to my knees, I try to twist and turn as much as the ropes around my wrists will allow, cursing at him, yelling at him. He just laughs and dodges my kicks to finally get my panties off.