Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

Inside, it was choked with dust. "Don't worry, Connor," one of his friends had told him during a conversation Samantha had overheard. "We've already set up the timed incendiary. You just need to lure her in and lock the door from the outside. Once it starts burning, she won't be able to get out. Based on the last fire, wait fifteen minutes, then go in and save her. She won't die—maybe just a few burns. But when she sees you coming through the flames, she'll be so grateful and start crying." Samantha had heard it all. And she was ready to let "Samantha" be buried in this fire for good.

He rams his cigarette into my chest and the scorching heat makes me scream out loud and grit my teeth. "I always tell you this , "he growls as his eyes look directly into mine. He rams his cigarettes into my skin and smashed it until I scream out aloud again . The main is unbearable . I fall on the ground and clutch my stomach tightly as I try to nurse the burns on my chest . "Get the fuck up and we are going to do this again , "he speaks calmly as he wants for me to get up.

“I don’t want a shield, Damien. I want them to burn when they see me. I want them to realize the girl they spat on came back as a woman they can’t destroy.” For a moment, silence stretches between us, filled only by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the rapid beat of my heart. Then, slowly, he smirks, that dangerous, knowing smirk that both infuriates me and makes my knees weaken. “Then burn them, Mrs. Moretti,” he says softly, almost like a vow. “And when you’re done, I’ll deal with whatever ashes are left.” The room feels smaller with him so close, his hand brushing against my waist before he steps away, peeling off his shirt completely. He speaks casually now, but his words carry wei

Just as I was at the brink of despair, Jared rushed through the fire like a hero and saved me. After I was rescued, I sat in the fire truck, trembling in fear. Jared came and draped a blanket over my shoulders, calming me down with his gentle gesture and warm smile. I had never felt so safe. After that, I bought a lot of fruits and went to the fire department to thank him. That was how we got acquainted with each other. At first, he gave me mixed messages. It was hard to get him to reply, no matter how many messages I sent him.

I'd never get around to seeing my face and not thinking about her, not seeing her. The girl in the mirror stared back, gaze unwavering. The left side of my face was totally affected by the fire. It was a 3 degree burns though lots of surgeries over the years have reduced the scars greatly and now, it was a little over 1 degree burns. My left eye was badly affected though and I've had to wear contact lenses. I subconsciously ran my hands over the lines marring my left face, they stretched further into my neck and chest and my tummy, then my legs. I lived through sheer luck.

“This House burns when I say it burns.” Cracks spiderwebbed through the glowing links. For a breathless second, hope surged. He could do it. He could break them. Then the chains split. Not shattering—multiplying. Three separate strands shot outward, writhing toward us like vipers. My scream tangled with the crack of impact as one slammed into Damian’s arm. Smoke hissed. The scent of charred flesh filled the corridor. He grunted—just once—but his body jerked. “Damian!” I tore free, grabbing his burned arm. His skin blistered beneath my hand, heat still eating into him.

They were still in the middle of the sea of fire while they were starting to run out of breath from inhaling too much smoke. Anwen coughed and her body started to feel weak. Trish hugged her. “Hold on, I will definitely save you.” Hearing that, Anwen cried even more. “We have to survive together,” she said, then coughed again. Anwen hugged the man’s waist very tightly. Trish’s entire complexion was red. His whole body was full of burns, but the worst wound was on his back. The burn had reached his flesh. It really felt terrible! Trish started coughing too, and his eyes were stinging. He had a hard time opening them because of the smoke. His skin felt like it was burning, and he was short of

God knows I need it. --- It’s been hours since Liam and I started working out the raid, attempting to cover all the weaknesses. We have most of Ryker’s unit still in treatment for harsh burns. The treatment of burns is no simple process. The burnt skin must be cut away and removed, in order for the crystal to heal and restore the skin completely. The procedure is long and indescribably painful, the burn victim’s screams have been filling the camp ever since we came back and I can feel my own resolve weaning. This raid has been anything but smooth but that cave of hydra cannot be left unchecked.

And I knew it was not an empty threat, especially not when I was watching how the flames envelop his arms, waiting for his next command… looking to devour and burn us into crisp. I embraced Amaris tightly in my arms. Liam groaned from where he lay on the ground, barely conscious. His skin was scorched, his back marred with burn marks, but he still managed to croak out, “Don’t… don’t go…” My heart felt like it was being torn in two. I clutched Amaris tighter, her cries piercing through the crackling of the flames. “Are you really going to be the same useless, selfish girl from ten years ago, Allison? Are you going to let these people die because you’re too afraid to act?” Sullivan taunted.

“Let her try. I’ve already survived the fire. Now I’ll make sure she drowns in the smoke.” Damien gave a grim smile. “Then let’s burn it down.”