Heat Waves Fanfic Novels & Stories

I was glad they must realize in my case; it was justified. I take the stairs two at a time as I power out the door. The hot air hits me like a wave, we could really use a breeze it was boiling out here and the air smelt a little stale from the heat wave. I could feel the heat from the baked cobblestones under my feet, making my feet begin to sweat. All the roses were wilted, petals falling off, not even they could stand this heat. The streets usually bursting with activity, were empty. The heat scaring even the children. Not a single child in sight. The walk across the village felt like a life time, my skin felt like it was melting off my body, the sweat drenching the back of my shirt, I jus

My veins feel like they have lava pumping through them instead of blood. Within minutes, sweat is pouring from every pore in my skin. My hair becomes damp, and I begin to pant heavily. I throw the blanket off me, and ram my back against the cold cinder block wall, not caring about the pain. The cold from it is helping, even if only slightly. My mind is spinning into overdrive from the intense feeling of the fire that is now consuming every inch of me. I wish that Leia could help me heal from whatever is happening. Could it be from the Wolvsbane or the silver? Have I had too much injected into me at this point? What else could it be? I just feel so hot. Suddenly, the realization hits me. I am

“There are professionals who handle situations like this. Heat workers. They help unmated wolves through the cycle.” I blinked. “Heat workers?” “Licensed service providers,” he said. “Mostly women helping other women. They use toys, manual stimulation, whatever works. It’s discreet.” The idea made my stomach twist. But what other choice did I have? “Okay,” I said quietly. “Call one.” Franklin made the call. That night the active heat hit. The fever surged without warning. One moment I felt warm. The next my body burned from the inside out. Sweat soaked my clothes as I tore them off and collapsed into the pile of pillows.

It figures that the only one who she wanted to take care of her heat was the one who was unaffected by it. As if on cue, another wave of heat hit her, making her let out a groan. She clenched her thighs, trying to keep them from trembling. Her nipples were painfully erect and her core was throbbing with need as the heat grew stronger with each moment. Damn! It was only going to get worse from here. If only the stupid Alpha left her alone, she could have taken a cold bath at least!

Fire burned through me with a numbing intensity, and a cry tore past my lips. Heat! Ivy and I were on heat! Fuck

My fingers are ice-cold, a stark, sickening contrast to the burning heat radiating from him. I try to yank my hand back, my instincts screaming at me to preserve the sanctuary of my hate, but his grip is absolute. He isn't just holding me; he’s shackling us together. Shared Heat. The term from the archives flashes in my mind like a warning light. It’s not a romantic bond; it’s a survival mechanism. Two souls acting as a single grounding wire for a power that shouldn't exist in a four-year-old boy. "Mommy! Mommy, it’s too hot! Make it stop!"

THE HEAT BETWEEN US CHAPTER 13 Leon had just left the kitchen after giving his staff members directives and sorting the issue he came to the restaurant for. He sighted a woman struggling to get away from a man and he could just tell from her hair and body shape that she was Aria. He got angry immediately. “What the hell are you doing!” He shouted. Evan chuckled and held her hand. “Aren’t you Chef Leon? Fancy seeing you out here. Sorry for the PDA, we’re just so in love. We were about to leave.”

Chapter 17… The sun hung mercilessly overhead, casting a scorching blaze upon the earth. With each step, the heat seemed to seep through every pore of my skin, enveloping me in a suffocating embrace. The air felt thick and heavy, as if I were wading through molasses. Sweat trickled down my back, forming rivulets that soaked into my shirt, clinging uncomfortably to my body. My throat felt parched, each breath I took like inhaling hot coals. The horizon shimmered with waves of heat, distorting the landscape into a mirage of illusion. In this sweltering inferno, time seemed to slow to a crawl, each moment stretching out endlessly beneath the relentless sun.

I felt disoriented, and I tried to reach out to Hyna, but there was no response. "What's happening to me?" I whispered to myself, my heart pounding in my chest. A heat wave suddenly washed over me, making me feel like I was burning up from the inside out. I rushed to the shower, letting the cold water run over my body. I sighed with relief as the water soothed my overheated skin. I realized what was happening to me - I was in my heat. And the reason for that was because Casper and I had resisted the mate bond the day we met.

Five seconds ago, I was whining about the sweltering heat in the RV, begging Hudson to use his extremely precious powers just to make me a damn popsicle. Then the memories flooded in. I was nothing but a piece of arm candy in a sweet romance novel, clinging to others to survive. Hudson was the overpowered male lead. Before the world ended, I had chased him relentlessly until he caved. After the apocalypse, I hadn't changed a bit—I was a total brat.