Fresh Wind Fresh Fire Novels & Stories

“Our lands have been plagued by unknown creatures from unknown locations. They’ve destroyed packs, they’ve destroyed families and as your Alpha, I said no more! We shall defeat one enemy at a time. We shall strike on the RedClaw pack for daring to kidnap one of our own.” Growls. I raised my voice, letting my rage shimmer. “No more hiding. No more silence. No more waiting. And no more pleading.” I felt my eyes burn crimson, watching the warriors hail, each rising higher with every word I said. “We are the FireHeart Pack— born of ash, reborn in fire, and we do not bow!” The wind picked up, carrying my words over the lands. I saw mother giving a nod of approval, and this seemed to enlighten me

This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Everybody stares as she goes by Cause they can see the flame that's in her eyes Watch her as she's lighting up the night Nobody knows that she's a lonely girl And it's a lonely world But she gon' let it burn, baby, burn, baby This girl is on fire This girl is on fire She's walking on fire This girl is on fire Oh, ....

Fire and stone, pup—revel on. The ridge sang—wildflowers swayed, stones glowed, willows whispered, the creek’s gurgle a chorus. Sam’s tattoo glowed, Kevin’s touch her strength, Mara’s laughter her edge, Lila’s sketches her guide, Cora’s wisdom her heart, Tess’s fire her shield, the pups’ joy her future. The Iron Veil was dust, its blood a memory, the Dawn Pack’s fire eternal, their howl a symphony under a dawn reborn.

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every route an option, imagine. I've always adored the wind because it comes at me so forcefully and touches my skin. It jolts me awake in the cold, and attentiveness allows me to savor the moments in both dry and wet weather. It is finer than silk and smoother than water in mild breezes. In the gales it whistles through the trees, sending loose leaves on a whirling funfair ride, captivating, wonderful. It is the freshness over my skin, that produces a magnificent flag of my ruffled hair. It's a winding chorus in the trees, a melody is sung so fearlessly. There are times when I sense that push and swirl within me, that stirring to reveal w

Waiting Just like we once did. Our pack moves with purpose today. Fires crackle along the edge of the central clearing, and smoke curls into the sky, carrying the scents of pine, cedar, and slow-burning herbs meant to cleanse the air and ward off shadows from the old year. Every sound, every movement feels like a promise, a celebration of what we’ve endured and what we still have.

I grunt as two of the subjects burst through the flames. “Keep on throwing,” Braden replies. “Even if we don’t kill them all, we need to get away, and we’re running out of places to hide.” “I’ll spread the fire,” I say, lifting my palms and summoning the wind. When the next bottle hits the road, I send wind, prompting the flames higher and wider. The men keep tossing bottles, and soon there is a wall of flames behind us. “That should do it,” Braden exhales deeply when the subjects do not appear again.

Our fire. A true goddess.

she whispered, but the wolf simply opened one insulted blue eye and let out a sigh that sent the snow in front of his mouth flying wildly around them. “I wish I had your faith,” she whispered. “Do you think he will come tonight? I can feel him drawing nearer, but the cold is deeper now. It almost reached my bones. I fear it will soon be too late.” The wolf opened both blue eyes this time and whined. “Do not worry, I will use what last strength I have to return your mate to you. Perhaps Milo and I will not live to keep you in this plane, but that does not mean you can’t be together.”

I was tired. I thought about the fireworks, the sky filled with bursting colors, spelling out: Happy Birthday, Jen. I remembered the shy, delighted look on Jennifer's face as she threw herself into Sebastian's arms, and how their friends cheered them on. It all made me see clearly. It was time to let go. Sebastian didn't come home until dawn, bringing with him the smell of smoke, alcohol, and the unmistakable scent of jasmine—the scent Jennifer always wore. The loud bang of the door woke me up, and I turned over, irritated. "If you're going to party all night, can you at least come back quietly and not disturb my sleep?"

Storms would stand still and wind would cease. The more the world attacked her, the fiercer her gaze was, like Fire, or a cracker. Like a Firecracker.