Prairie Fire Book Novels & Stories

Then—an explosion. The fire surged, twisting unnaturally, moving with purpose, as though it were alive. A wave of heat slammed into me. I turned my body, shielding the child as I rolled out of the way, the flames licking at my back. Pain flared, sharp and searing. My wolf howled in agony, but I clenched my teeth. I could heal. The child couldn’t. The fire withdrew as quickly as it had come. I forced myself to my feet, gripping the girl tightly in my arms.

felt like my soul would burst. I felt Selwyn try to reach me through our bond but he couldn’t leave the library. His confusion and worry for me was seeping into the corners of my mind. Then I felt his furry as he shifted and began ripping apart the library. I knew Prince Scott wouldn’t let him hurt anyone if they entered the library. I couldn’t reach out to my treasure to reassure him as the pain became unbearable. I screamed as my body elevated off the bed and erupted into blue flames. I trusted the mother goddess and knew she wouldn’t kill me but I never imagined that a recharge from her would be like this. Dragons were forged in fire and we didn’t burn at all but these flames felt like I

It was physically impossible for me to get up and keep going. “Forgive me for touching you, Donna.” I recognized him as Niccolò. I let out a small gasp in surprise when he picked me up in his arms and ran. I held onto him tightly when I started to hear low explosions. I looked behind him, my eyes widening in horror when I saw the end of the building erupting in flames. It kept going, one explosion after the other, like a domino effect, and colored the night sky with orange flames.

The rider felt fear so deep his hands that gripped the handlebars shook intensely, he just couldn't bear the thought of losing her. The flames were blazing as Scar dismounted his bike in a hurry, the rest of the riders were close behind him and were picking up Myers without a second thought, leaving Scar to search the lot for his girl. Men and woman stood looking at the flames in sadness, some with tears in their eyes but that didn't phase Scar. He needed to know where she was. Though, that was when Scar took a good luck at the great inferno. It was Lani's shop.

I feel whole again as I let a small flame dance over my fingertips. I can’t resist. I run outside and create the largest fireball I’ve ever made and throw it straight into the stream causing steam to rise from the surface, I’m back baby. I put on a well fitting pale blue dress that looks like it is made of ice, the back is covered. Not because of the cold but because I want Scott to think I'm still weak., I don't need to worry about the cold anymore, not now that my flames are back.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

4 Claire was a bubbly cheerful girl. Since her parents weren’t around at the moment, the house was filled with constant laughers. I excused myself when Sebastian and Claire started staring at each other like they wanted to eat each other’s face and I wasn’t in for something X-rated.

The story then proceeded as they all knew; Sierra didn’t really like to talk and so she did it quite fast, leaving the historian out of breath from trying to catch up with her. “May I know what’s your power, Lady Sierra?” The historian questioned her. “It’s fire,” “From what I’ve heard, having fire as a power could be a little… troublesome,” he carefully picked his words. Sierra didn’t speak, but she clearly showed her displeased by raising her eyebrows so high. “What do you mean by troublesome?” Gray who appeared clueless, asked the officer worriedly. “Well, there’re reports everywhere about the bearer of fire that burned themselves, or the entire town because they couldn’t control it-“

Rose POV I walked into the dining room very moody, maybe my period was coming, that thing come without any notice but then I noticed my mark is burning, I kept rubbing it to get the burns away but it was getting worst and driving me crazy "are you okay" my mother asked me with concerned look on her face "I don't know, my mark is burning and my wolf is not okay" the pain is getting worse and my wolf is weeping in my head "her mate is trying mark someone else, his mark on hers is responding to it" my father who was just coming out said seeing me and rushing t my side to support me

James said slowly. "Are you supporting them?" Peter Okeke asked. "No I am not." "You must know that burning a human is setting them on fire and fire is not friendly when it comes in contact with a human skin." James took the book, flipped through the pages then he gave the book to Paul Okeke. "Read that story." Paul Okeke collected the book from James hands. The title was written in bold letters like the previous story he read. It was titled: A GRUESOME DEATH. He swallowed and started reading loudly.