Cast Of Wildfire Novels & Stories

The fiery nightmares were gone, replaced by a peace and freedom in my soul like I have never known. The money from the sale of the old house? I kept my promise and sent it to Silvia's account. That was when my phone buzzed with a news update. It was Silvia's face on the screen, at Derrick's wedding. I watched as she marched up with a can of gasoline. In front of everyone, she doused Derrick with it and tossed a lighter, igniting a firestorm. Derrick's screams pierced the air, and pandemonium broke out. The flames cast a wild glow on Silvia's face as she laughed, a chilling, unhinged cackle.

"Bullshit! The array in the cabin showed no warning!" In the next instant, he remembered something. I was a once-in-a-century Healer of the Nightbane pack. I understood elements, herbs, and every rune in an array better than anyone. I had erased the warning in the cabin. I knew everything. "Find Elara! Find her now!" Ryker roared. The lead warrior grabbed his arm, holding him back. "Alpha Ryker, calm down! The storm is right on top of us! If we don't leave now, we'll all die in this forest!"

When they opened their eyes, their expressions were as horrified and shocked as Christina’s was when she had just woken up. As such, Christina was very considerate and told everyone who had woken up that their adventure just now was just a live broadcast. Not long after, Quentin, who died in the wildfire, also returned to the real world.

I looked around for Hessuel but he was nowhere anymore, instead, I saw Matheo and some werewolves coming toward us. "Thank you for backing up. Where did that wildfire come from?" "You know this place more than I do." He speaks as he chuckles, "All I know is Hessuel is the new guardian! This means he is bound to protect this world and this world is bound to protect him. The wildfire is because either the place is protecting him from the predators or Hessuel is casting the predators out by the fire." Not until he mentioned it, I will never realize that only the uninvited were scorched but not the forest. Matheo adds,

He tried to follow, but before he could reach her, fire exploded in the direction she had run. Flames swallowed the trees, roaring high into the night sky. Panic gripped him. He had lunged forward, but Craig had blocked his path, growling in warning. There was nothing they could do. The wildfire was spreading too fast. They had no choice but to retreat. Later, his men searched the wreckage, but no bodies were found. That should have been a relief. But the uncertainty nearly drove him insane. His wolf had howled for her all night. Now, curled on the cold floor of his cottage, Dylan let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair.

“Mercer agents—southern scouts—everything’s gone to chaos!” Nathan froze. Alistair shot to his feet. Rowan stirred faintly in his sleep. For a single heartbeat, the room held its breath. Then Nathan exhaled—sharp, focused, dangerous. “Alistair,” he said, voice dropping into that calm that only came before storms, “wake Rowan. We need to move. Now.” And somewhere far away… Damian Vitale was marching straight toward this wildfire. And the world was about to burn.

I grasped Flame’s hand in mine then followed Xaivier away from the crowd. Two men met us before we could reach them. Xaivier held a hand up before they could speak and led the way to the table where the boxes were piled. “Xaivier Zamira” the man with the shaved black hair I had met read from one of the many stapled pages before him “also known as Wildfire. Chekirim born.” “That’s me” he sighed back “can we just get this over with? You’ve been keeping us here long enough.”

The roar of those thousands of clones, the mechanical whirring of drones, the screams—everything vanished into the womb of eternity in an instant. ​As the smoke and fog slowly began to lift, I saw something no human is ever prepared to see. ​The entire forest was now a massive crematorium. Where the mysterious pond had been, there was now only a smoking crater. A little further away, I saw the lifeless body of my father. The man whose power once shook the entire city was unrecognizable now, half of his body charred to coal. His family ring lay in the dust, but the hand to wear it was gone. Nearby lay the peaceful body of Elena Valentine—the fire of revenge in her eyes extinguished forever.

Candy brought her hand up, touching her cheek with a frown. “You are.” She said, pulling her hand away. “Are you feeling okay?” “I’m so hot.” Annie breathed out, kicking her shoes off before she started pulling at her dress. “Too hot.” “Annie,” Stolas said, stepping forward, his hands moving to hers to keep her from ripping her dress off. He hissed at the feel of flames moving over his skin. “Annie.” “Stolas, I’m on fire.” She panted as he moved his arms around her, pinning her in place.

"You can't go in there. Let the firemen do their job, Laila. Even after the fire's out, the smoke has to settle before-" "I can't wait, Caleb. I need to know. I need to find his body if he really is dead." I didn't wait for his reply before dashing into the building. The ground floor was already clear and I ran up the stairs stumbling to a halt when I saw the fire advancing towards me. 'Turn back, Allyson.' my wolf screamed. I didn't. 'Turn back now!!! We will die.' My magic sang as if it was looking at a meal. I put my left hand forward, watching the fire engulf my entire arm and I was screaming already, until I wasn't. The scream had been because it wasn't hurting.