Skylanders Wildfire Novels & Stories

Now I understand why she could be fooled by a stupid man like Dante. Because she believed everything men said to her. Because she took what other people said too seriously. It's only a matter of time before it backfires on her. "What chance do you mean?" Skylar ran towards me. She stopped when she was only a few steps away from me. "Can I be a member of the Wild Hurricanes? I mean, they're like a second family to you. So can I also have the same chance to be your second family? That way I can repay your love. Because families love each other, right?"

Skylar's POV The dreadful day from yesterday had ended and it was yet another day to keep surviving urghhhh I never craved for my home this much. Mila was bouncing next to me. “Sky, oh my God, he’s on fire today! Look at him!” she whispered, eyes wide. “Ryder. He’s insane. And hot. So hot.” I rolled my eyes. “Mila. He’s pissed off. You want him hot, I’ll show you hot on fire chaotic, lethal hot. You’re lucky he doesn’t murder someone on the ice first.”

And it was there she came upon Spike, leaning against a gleaming electric blue and chrome monster propped on its stand near the trunk of an oak tree. He looked bigger than ever, loosened yellow curls brushing his shoulders, chest bare beneath a black leather waistcoat. His arms rippled with muscle; the skin was tanned a solid brown sprinkled with gold fur and ornamented with tattoos. A wolf snarled from his left bicep, a wild-haired Harpy from the right. Engraved bracelets of Celtic design coiled round his forearms. He was smoking a hand-rolled cigarette and registered no surprise on seeing her.

Sky squealed happily seeing those items. "Uncle, Auntie, that's so cool! Thank you for gifting it to Papa!" Emma let out a laugh seeing the little girl's excitement. "You're welcome, Sky. I'm glad you like it. It has a wide range, very useful for you when adventuring, especially in places where there is no internet or signal." Sky's mouth opened wider. "Papa, we can use those later. You brought one and I brought one. We can communicate even though we're not together. When you're looking for firewood, for example. Or when you go on patrol for a while."

I just know that I need to get out of here. I aimlessly wander the hallway until I'm stopped by my ex-boyfriend. Who shall remain nameless. "Wow, so you're stalking me now?" He questions with a tone of disbelief and slight amusement I roll my eyes at him as I cross my arms. "Leave me alone" I say as I go to walk around him only to have him block my path "You just can't get enough of me, huh?" He questions with amusement as his eyes rake my body up and down "Sorry, babe, I'm with your best friend now," he says with a shrug

The wind which blew across the middle eastern desert slapped sand particles painfully against the skin and blew ferociously hot, but somewhere in the vast Arabian desert not far from the city, in the tent of Omar bin Khalid bin Aaban, the wind outside was like a cool winter breeze compared to the tension that stretched thin within and fanned a burning heat which was slowly developing. He stood tall a little distance away from his father who sat on a soft cushioned pillow, legs crossed and eyes closed, anger evident on his old wrinkled face. Omar was being impossible.

; three cans of extra spicy chili and no Beano in sight. Well, a girl couldn’t plan for everything. She’d just turned back to the fire to check the water when she saw them. Eyes. Dozens of them, glowing just outside the firelight. There weren’t many things that could sneak up on her, much less a dozen, and only one thing that traveled in packs. Unless one believed in monsters… Wiley was inclined to be concerned.

I would rather starve or burn than be torn apart. He watches me with his filthy, dull eyes and takes out a small knife. It’s time for him to eat. “Make it quick,” I screamed. He dashed toward me and I screamed, stiff, and he...set me free. My skin crawls when he takes my hand, his flesh on fire, and he drags me into the woods, faster than any animal I have seen. The monster slows down when he notices I cannot keep up, and he picks me up, ignoring my screams.

Kayla's Pov: So let me tell you a little about myself: For as long as I can remember I have been alone, it has its benefits but mostly it can be so dam lonely, do not get me wrong I love living in the woods I feel so free, and I'm not one of them horses that are so proud of them self although I know I am something worth looking at, but Sadler that is not a good thing as it mean I attract so much attention to myself which I do not need or want. I do sometimes miss being with other horses as I often see wild mustangs passing by, but life goes by and as soon as I turn 17, I am meant to find my mate! I have no idea on what to do the only other shifters around here are werewolves, the pack 'midn