Firewalker Book Novels & Stories

Stripes. Burning across my body like fire. The air itself seemed to change. The wolves hesitated. Just for a second. That was their mistake. I moved. Faster than before. Stronger. Unstoppable. I tore through them. No hesitation now. No strategy. Just dominance. One after another. They fell. Until only one remained. Celdor stepped forward. Finally. I tilted my head slightly, blood dripping from my jaw. “You should have stayed hidden.” He didn’t respond.

Now that he's gone, isn't that exactly what you wanted? Jenny found herself wondering what I really meant to her. She had never been able to figure it out, and the confusion had always left her uneasy. But now that I was gone, she finally understood that the person she truly cared about had been me all along. I had risked my life to pull her out of the fire. I had taken care of her in thoughtful ways. I could even sense her frustration and unspoken thoughts. Somewhere along the way, she had slowly forgotten about Ian Wembley during the time we spent together.

I hope you are too, and would be ever so humbled if you let me know what you thought of my little part two. Being able to explore my characters through their own points of view was an eye opening experience, and I hoped you loved tuning into Dalton, Kendra, and Jake's thoughts just as much as the lead's, Hollis and Whitney's. Despite this book taking five months to write, a month less than two of my other novels, "Not All Who Wander Are Lost" is by far my longest book, nearing 600 pages. I couldn't avoid it since there was so much I wanted to cover, and there are no regrets.

I was expecting there to be pain, but a split second had passed and I was now watching as we were running on all four. “Bria, we need to get to Jarrod to help him and his family get out of here.” I said to her, and she took off in the direction he had given us. There were howls of wolves in the distance. I knew they were coming for our blood now. “I Sophia Walker, renounce The Firewalker Pack as my pack.” I say and I could feel the bond snapping, breaking into a million pieces. For once, all I felt was power and silence and freedom. There was an ear piercing, and I knew it was Angus.

Waylon Walker was sitting in front of me, trying to have a conversation with me. Why was he up so early? What could he possibly want by trying to talk to me? I didn’t look like his brothers’ girlfriends, so what could he see in me? “What are you reading?” He asked when I didn’t say anything else to him. Instead of answering, I turned the book cover to him so he could read it. I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction. He only watched when that bitch was screaming at Cora. He didn’t deserve for me to answer him.

➖➖➖➖ EPIGRAPH ' He was the devil but his love roared louder Then his demon ' ➖➖➖➖➖ °•°•°•°•°•° ➖➖➖➖➖ INSPIRATION This book is inspired by Alan Walker's song ' Lily ' I was listening to the song and suddenly the Idea of writing this book popped in my mind ➖➖➖➖➖

Maybe I could make sure it never consumed me—or anyone else—again. Edward found me still awake by dawn, the book open across my knees. “You didn’t sleep again,” he said quietly, rubbing his eyes. I looked up at him, guilt pricking my chest. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t stop reading.” He sat beside me, brushing his fingers over the brittle pages. “What is this?” “Mara gave it to me. It’s about the old bloodlines—the Flameborn, the Shadewalkers. I think it explains what happened to us.”

In her hands, she held a very beat-up copy of ‘Of Mice and Men. “Oh, Harriet! Thank you!” I squeezed my best friend before clutching the book to my chest. She grinned at me before she turned back to run back to where Matt was. I found my feet leading me back towards the creek. Away from the burned buildings, away from the chard remains of the carnival, and away from the dead. The thought of the packhouse was suffocating on a carefree regular day. Now there was over three times the amount of people shoved in there. For some reason, I felt like the creek was where I should be, like something in my gut was pulling me there.

I threw the Iron-Bound Book into the white flames. The reaction was instantaneous. A pillar of pure, blinding white light erupted from the basin, hitting the violet vortex above. The Grey-Walkers didn't just dissolve; they were incinerated, their parchment bodies turning into white butterflies of ash that filled the air. I felt the "Sight" begin to fade. The silver threads in my mind were snapping one by one as the records of my world's debts were burned into nothingness. The King, released from the Grey-Walkers' hold, stumbled back. "The book... my secret..."

Xavier 's pov I was sitting in my office library engrossed in my work . Different cases require different references to various clauses and sectons of warewolf penal codes . My library consists of multiple books ranging from legislatures,civil law books to historic fictions. You name a book at it will be here in my library. I got up from my seat and searched through the multiple shelfes looking for the red covered book which has a case similar to the present one at my hand.