Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

In a blast of bright orange fire. "Hugh!" Elizabeth’s scream echoed through the chamber, then Dave shot another round at the remaining assassin. Hugh screamed and struggled to roll out of the flames to safety as his entire body became engulfed. Finally, after a moment, he was able to worm his way onto a part of the stone surface where the fire hadn’t reached, and he continued to turn over in the dust. A few seconds later, the flames had been smothered. The skin on his face and hands peeled and blistered from the burns, and his hair had been singed down to the scalp. When he opened his eyes, he saw Shawn Richmond standing over him, holding his gun. “Now, it's quite a fire, huh?” Shawn lifted

Smoke and ash made it difficult to see her, and the smoke around Bree was intensifying as the flames continued to pour out of the wayward pipe. “Stay here!” Zach insisted as Chase and Griffin moved equipment out of the way so that they could all back further away. Dodging around the flames, Zach ran toward the shrieking woman, the fire extinguisher he’d mentioned earlier in his hand. About the time he cleared the flames, they suddenly shut off, as if someone in the special effects department finally realized there was a problem. A moment later, the sounds of the fire extinguisher being deployed filled her ears. Bree could hardly see through the smoke, but she could sort of make out Zach’s sh

And then — puff. A tiny wisp of smoke. “Kim!” I shouted. “Look!” Her eyes widened. “Oh my God!” I leaned closer, blowing gently. The smoke grew thicker, then the leaves caught. Flames danced up fast. “Yes!” I yelled, jumping back. “We did it, baby! We got fire!” Kim smiled for the first time in days. “You’re crazy, Damien Carter… but I love you for it.” --- We fed that fire like our lives depended on it — because they did.

But the cost was high — one more Iron Sons prospect was wounded badly and Jax’s favorite motorcycle was gone. Back at the compound, the mood was dark. Brothers muttered angrily as they carried the wounded inside. Doc immediately took Jax into the medical room. “Burns are second-degree,” Doc said, cutting away the sleeve. “Shrapnel wounds aren’t too deep, but you’ll feel this for weeks.” Jax sat stone-faced while Doc cleaned and bandaged the burns on his arm and side. Several brothers stood outside the door, tense and watching. Dagger paced. Mikey hovered nearby, looking shaken.

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

The blaze flared into the sky. The night filled with smoke and sparks. The stars disappeared in the haze and glowing embers. The historical saloon hotel was shaded by the inferno roaring behind it. The life Lynexia had known and loved, devoured by coruscate. Lynexia stood at the edge of the woods and watched two figures being pushed through the ruins of the entrance to the saloon. They were covered in ash, and they were pale with fear from the building, disappearing inside again. A crack was heard through the screams and flames, and another window exploded. The roof began to buckle as more smoke and sparks sprayed the night sky.

Stephanie POV My burns were bad, but not as bad as Tyler’s and Grayson’s. The skin on my arms and shoulders still throbbed, hot and tight beneath borrowed clothes. Every cough clawed my throat raw, smoke still lodged in my lungs. Yet somehow, I was not being held in the underground jail below the council building. I was traumatised by this building once already; I didn’t need to be scarred by seeing my mate looking half-dead.

Images flickered behind my closed eyes—flashes of faces, of voices already fading. Simon spoke again, voice soft, almost tender. “Now we celebrate their lives. We remember who made it out. We remember the pack that we have left.” The fire flared slightly, casting dancing light across the faces gathered. There were tears, yes, but also smiles—quiet, wistful, brave. Audrey’s presence settled beside me so gently I almost didn’t notice it. Her voice came soft, low, only for me. “I know how to complete the mate bond between Amy and my grandson.”

My heart dropped a little as our hands broke contact. “How is she? Is she fine? Hope the smoke didn't affect her or she doesn't have any head injuries because—” His friend put his hand on his shoulder and patted him to calm him. “Relax. She's totally fine.” Then he slid his hand down, and I followed it to see that Adam's white sleeve was burnt at the arm and he was bruised from the fire. My heart broke.

It was rare to see the boss in action but they knew any better than to oppose them as he worked miraculous wonders on the woman he loved Compared to Skylar Vivie was badly turned. The t-shirt she was wearing had stuck to her back due to the several burns she suffered. The sight of it broke Victor's heart. He hated seeing her in such a condition but he knew what to do. He wasn't going to fail and lose someone who meant the world to him. Seeing her lying on a hospital bed, her body covered in burns and bruises. The sight of the white T-shirt nearly burned and stuck to her body sickened him especially the machines and tubes connected to her made his heart race painfully