Smithers X Burns Novels & Stories

But no longer this time. She reached for Ethan’s arm. “We can not combat them. We should ” The bald man moved first, lunging at Ethan with surprising speed. Ethan dodged the primary punch, but the 2nd landed rectangular in his ribs. He grunted, stumbling lower back. Jenny’s scream stuck in her throat as the second man grabbed her. “Let me pass!” she shouted, suffering towards his grip. “Enough,” a cold voice stated. The combat stopped instantly. Jenny froze.

Duncan Alonso lay motionless beneath the crisp white hospital sheets. And the difference could be seen as the man who was usually a towering, unstoppable force of nature now looked dangerously weak. Heavy white bandages wrapped tightly around his broad chest and thighs, covering the severe chemical burns left behind by the silver-reinforced support beam. Despite the nurses' best efforts to clean his skin, the faint scent of ash, smoke, and burnt metal still clung to his body.

Laying face down in the shallow surf, half-buried in wet sand and surrounded by twisted metal, was a massive figure. “You idiot,” I laughed , tears just streaming down my face as I pressed my mouth to his bruised, soot-covered lips. “You absolute, beautiful idiot.” Dr. Evans and the medics hauled forward with this heavy stretcher, like now, like immediately, and they started treating Dante’s severe burns while also trying to stabilize his shattered armor. Liam let out this massive sigh of relief, watching his Alpha King make it through the impossible again, somehow. But right when Liam stepped back to give the medics a little more space, his boot hit something metallic in the sand. Not a sma

Sarah stood by the window, her silhouette sharp against the orange glow of the perimeter fires. The door hissed open. I didn't need the sensors. The 102 BPM rhythm in my womb began to drum against my pelvis before he even cleared the threshold. Damian Morton stepped in. He looked like he’d crawled out of a furnace. His navy shirt was singed at the cuffs, the fabric stiff with salt and sweat. His right hand was tucked into his pocket, but I saw the tension in his shoulder—the way he carried the weight of the burn I’d given him.

It was a jumble of panic and haze. “The baby?” She coughed. Damn, her lungs burned. “Fine. Doc checked you out right away. You’re fine. Baby is still in there, growing and well.” Oh, thank God. Relief doused her, and she melted into the bed. “What”—she coughed—“happened?” “You’re being treated for smoke inhalation. Do you remember Primpton being at Sexy Sirens?” Then it clicked into place. The club. The gun. Hunter lying in a pool of his blood. The councilman threatening to kill her. The fire.

“Alive. For now. He’s in the library. Watching his life’s work turn to carbon. It’s quite moving, actually.” Adrian took a step forward, his hand drifting toward the holster at his small of his back. “You burned your own house once, Harris. Now you're burning mine. Is this your only trick? Pyromania?” Harris laughed, a dry, rattling sound. “I didn't burn my house, Adrian. I pruned it. And I’m not burning yours to destroy it. I’m burning it to see if you’ll burn with it.” “This ends today.” “Oh,” Harris whispered, his eyes gleaming with a manic light. “I certainly hope not. We’re just getting to the good part.”

Without baring my throat, I reached up and pulled the burning rolled leaf directly from his scarred fingers. "The pack shamans strictly forbade smoke within the recovery wings of Silverline Medical Center, Alpha. With your torso shredded by silver-blades, choking your lungs will only delay the knitting of your flesh." Andrew didn't pull away from my touch, though a dark smirk touched his lips. "An expecting omega should remain miles clear of tobacco fumes as well, yet here you are, breathing my air." "Then why did you spark the flame in the first place?" I countered, tossing the burning leaf into a bronze water basin nearby.

She looked out the window in surprise, her eyes gradually showing Shane's appearance from last night. Shane's eyes looked at her, he hid them very well, but from beginning to end, she always felt like she knew him, even if he was worried, he would still have some moves - small, habitual actions, just like Derek. Is there such a coincidence in this world? But why is there no scar on his body? Burns caused by the extremely corrosive substance S404 will leave scars, and the wounds are very difficult to completely erase.

The more he dried, the more they were falling from my eyes. Like I said, I couldn't help it. My heart was brutally shattered already. The only thing that could fix it back was knowing that Dawson was perfectly fine. Brian returned with one of the officers. It was the one who'd driven down here with us. “What happened? Is Dawson one of those burnt bodies?” Smith asked. I held my breath, praying fervently to the moon goddess. “Nah. He's not. Those bodies belong to our dead colleagues. They got burnt in the fire.”

, Aiden fell to the ground immediately on his knees and screamed out as he felt a strong hit of pain. "Told you to shut up", Bryan muttered under his breath, unable to laugh. This was really not the time to laugh, "But serve you right." "F*CK you Bryan", Aiden groaned. He could not even put much force into the f*CK you, he said, it sounded so off, which made Bryan chuckled breathlessly. They were that way for like ten to twenty minutes before they finally started feeling much better and uncuffed themselves and got up. Due to them being able to heal very fast, the burns the silver chains inflicted on them in less than five minutes healed.