Skylanders Wildfire Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

It feels earned, chosen. Ember is the threat now. The wildfire. The thing that needs to be stopped before it consumes everything. If helping Sariyah is what it takes to save the world, then I’ll do it. Gladly.

He taunted. “What fire?” He scoffed, pulling out supplies from the trash bag, the fuel, matches, lighters, flint and steel, and magnifying glass. “I’d have easily bombed this place with you in it but the trick is becoming stale, I need something new and big, like a wildfire. One that Marcello won’t ever see coming.” “You need to let me go, please!” I stiffened in my seat, waves of fear rushing through me as I watched him sort out the supplies.

Skyla snickers. “Focus on what you’re doing, Sky,” Alejandro growls. I see the brilliant pink aura first before I see Kataleya make her way to me and I run towards her, dodging and diving through the throng of wolves and crawlers, ripping apart any crawler I can. “Sword,” I growl as I cut off another crawler’s head. She doesn’t question me as she holds it out to me. I touch the blade, my aura surging forward, and I allow the flames of my power to wrap around it.

Then his inventory cutting of and tracers that may have been on it. Sky Fire: Forms from large heat increases in the air. With a concentration of Ion energy, it would combust and burn for a few months if uncontained. If contained, nurturing will keep the fire constantly lit. A white cloudy fire. "Master Ren, why not speak with them? It couldn't hurt. Could it?" Jackson just finished doing some trades of his own. Various different seeds for new plants. As well as a new cauldron. The latter for experimentation. It was extremely old and might possibly have developed sentience.

His arm stayed around my waist, firm and familiar, and I could feel his body pressing into mine like it belonged there. That grin alone was enough to make my brain melt as it was the same one from last night when he made me forget who I was. The power had shifted, and now he was the one playing with fire while I stood there burning. I should’ve known better than to start anything with someone as dangerous as Nico. He wasn’t stable. He wasn’t safe. And now I’d poked the devil, and the devil was having fun. The panic was there, real and loud, but so was the heat. And he could feel it. He could feel how much I still wanted him, and he was getting high off it.

He stared at me for a long while before getting back up on his feet. A loud crack of thunder was heard outside the hut. The sky continued to rumble with thunder as we gazed greedily and lustfully at each other. … Neither one of us told anyone about our rendezvous in the hut that night. However, we had a nightly ritual now before going to bed every night. The chat window with my second number had now become a place for us to reveal our deepest, darkest desires. We kept video calling each other in secret at night as we vented out our school stress and turned it into sexual pleasure.

I had no other choice, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. The wolves couldn’t enter the circle and they were hurting themselves trying to get in. I focused all my strength, all my power into one final spell. “Brenna bikkja.” I screamed with everything in me as the blue flames erupted from my hands and enveloped me with such a fury that Sabine started burning both on the inside and the outside. She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames.

"But it's okay," Leon said, "From now on, I'll try to stay by your side so you can get to know me better." He was right. Even though we had set a wedding date, Leon and I barely knew each other. Two years ago, my father, Nicolas Wilder, had fallen seriously ill. After his recovery, he expressed concern for me and started worrying about my future. When I returned to Axolis, I brought up the topic of marriage with Tristan, but he rejected me, citing the pressures of his career and his need to focus.