Firewalker Book Novels & Stories

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

Then he pushes his cock even deeper and we both moan like animals I know this dark romance can destroy everything. It is very bad. It is disgusting. It is the worst kind of sin. But every time his thick cock slides into my wet cunt, every time he slaps my ass and calls me his dirty stepdaughter whore, every time his hot cum leaks out of me later while I sit with my family, I feel more alive than ever. The age gap, the taboo, the constant risk of getting caught — it all makes the pleasure so much stronger and dirtier

Aakifahlynn angrily cleared her bed of the books that were there, picking them up and throwing them across the room in frustration. They were books she had kept close to her since Alpha Jared gave them to her, each one a reminder of her past and her relationship with Alpha Jairus. They were books about ace wolves and also of Taisiya's kind. Four books were splattered on the floor, one by one, but what caught her eyes was a parched paper that gracefully fell out of one of the books. It floated in the air as it descended.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

“Zeke… Ezekiel, my boy…” I clutch the spell tighter and take the opposite path from her. The silence is thick, oppressive, physically heavy. Each cautious step I take echoes loudly in the desolate valley. Then—footsteps. Clear, heavy footsteps. Directly behind me. I turn fast, adrenaline spiking, ready to fight. Nothing. My pulse spikes into a frantic rhythm. I start walking faster, my boots kicking up ash, until I come to a sharp split path. One side is scattered with terrifying black vines twisting like snakes over the dirt. The other path looks deceptively clear, unmarked.

When I opened my eyes, I realized the suffocating heatwave wasn't there. But I still remembered vividly the way I had died in my last life, drained of blood and strangled until I couldn't breathe. I turned and looked at Snowviper beside me, and a shiver ran down my spine. According to Beastfolk tradition, a beastfolk had to marry the person who saved their life. I was supposed to be with Blazewing. But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself.

It has to be here… maybe it fell, maybe the book is waiting for me. Her fingers dug into the torn strap of her bag, but deep inside she knew the truth, if the black book had left her hands once, it had done so by its own will. The great black book was not a trinket to be misplaced. It chose, it abandoned, it devoured. But Still, denial was a sweeter poison than admitting defeat. The more she walked, the heavier her thoughts grew. Princess Elowen's voice echoed in her memory, soft yet edged with forewarning.. Làpatasodará Valkà… the witch who walks between the living and the forgotten.

Morwenna's POV Ash clung to my skin like regret, thick and unrelenting. The sky above me churned with red smoke, bleeding like an open wound as I stepped barefoot onto the scorched obsidian of the Firewalker's path. My heartbeat thudded against my ribs like war drums, relentless and mocking. I wasn't alone. Shadows shifted in the smoke, whispering my name with voices that belonged to ghosts I hadn’t yet met. The trial had begun. And I had no idea what it would take to survive.

"The dreamwalker spoke of futures Elara never dared to write. Now, his blood walks the world again, uninvited, but inevitable. For some, destinies do not return through fire. They Walk back in dreams." The dreamwalker had once spoken of futures Elara never dared to write. Now, his blood walked the world again, uninvited, but inevitable. For some destinies do not return through fire. They walk back in dreams. It began not with a warning, but with a vision.