Spicy Chapters In Wildfire Novels & Stories

They all look like very powerful and strong women. The heat in the room increased by the unmitigated amount of flames fueled by the candles they carry. They all started chanting words in a tongue unknown to me, throwing herbs at the blazes of their torches. The wildfire created by this action roars and expands as they repeat the words. Candle wax drips on my body, I scream in pain. Gritting my teeth, clenching my jaw. Closing my eyes again, feeling anger; rather; fury; revenge; pain flow through my veins.

I was so lucky to have such a funny uncle. Sitting in my hotel bathroom I light another cigarette. I had quit smoking many times but whenever my stress would rise, I would start up again. There were times that I would be so stressed that I would chain smoke until I threw up. Remembering this part of my life might bring me to having one of these times. I go into the main area of the hotel room and grab another bottle of champagne. Afterall, coming to terms with my past should be a celebration of freedom should it not? I sit in the chair that looks out onto the main street. Outside people are laughing and celebrating on a busy Friday night. Many of these people are drunk and simple live in a h

Chapter 35: Trisha’s P.O.V: For an instant, the world stood still. I could feel the heat of the fire scorch my skin. I could hear Lucas’s voice as he yelled my name. Through my closed eyes, I could see the light that the flames cast in every direction. What I couldn’t feel however, was the excruciating pain that came with being burned alive by Damien’s fire.

My head snaps up just as Ryder glares at me, his fangs flashing like silver in the firelight. Jace! Snap out of it! We have to move! His massive head presses against my shoulder, shoving me upright, breaking me from the trance. A switch flips in my mind, and suddenly, my body responds—driven by raw instinct, by survival. We sprint down the hall, flames licking at our fur, the searing heat biting at our skin with every step. Smoke coils around us, thick and suffocating, but we push forward, weaving through the wreckage of burning furniture and shattered glass. The walls groan, weakened by the relentless inferno, as more Molotovs shatter, their liquid fire exploding into new, raging blazes.

I chant elder magic under my breath a second time to force the spider leader to stop her attack. "I call upon thunder, I call upon fire, It is the heat of the lava that I now require..." Fire swarms above the palm of my hand. And the spider horde catches on fire. The flames make them flee and my grandma's house bursts into flames. The house of my memories is nothing but a house of ash, smoke, and flames. I get onto Chief Wolfpaw's back and we jump from the roof of the attic to the outside below.

Knowing my father had backup, I leaped into the fray, trying to find my mate in the mayhem. An invisible thread guided me past duels on either side. I yanked a Red Fang wolf off of Zane, allowing him to dig his sword into the wolf before I veered toward the sidelines. Fire was everywhere, and it felt as if its only purpose was to burn. Both sides started to stop fighting to escape the fire, which blazed hotter and hotter as time passed. This wasn’t a controlled hit; it was a wildfire with its only intent to destroy and conquer.

Caelum twisted my nipple harder, then soothed it with his tongue, his other hand spreading over my stomach like he owned the fire coiled beneath. I was unraveling when Lucien finally broke the kiss, his shadows retreating. Caelum shifted, tugging me over onto my side, then onto him. He sprawled onto his back, his cock thick and ready, and pulled me up until I straddled him. The blunt head pressed against my entrance, and the stretch as I sank onto him made me shudder. He filled me, deep and rough, and I cried out, clawing at his chest. “Ride me, Wildfire,” he snarled, hands gripping my hips. “Show them who you burn for.”

Alaric is supreme, a Lycan with abilities that far bests every werewolf, he will heal in no time. But to do that, I need to get us away from the wildfire, as far as possible. My breaths are heavy and ragged with exertion, the smoke stings my eyes and makes it difficult for me to breathe but my lungs are more resilient than that of humans, I push through the pain and discomfort, hobbling my way forward with Alaric's direction. It takes a while but the wildfire is soon a roaring hum behind us, and the stream Alaric spoke of is in my line of sight.

Bonus Chapter 17 – Cabin Getaway: Fireplace Worship (20-Year Anniversary Escape) Eli POV The cabin was buried deep in the Colorado pines no cell signal, no nearby lights, only snow-laden branches brushing the roof and the steady pop of the stone fireplace Dante had stoked to life the second we stepped through the door.

“It isn’t.” The air around us shifted. Not like magic. Like something opening its eyes. Fia suddenly gasped, clutching her head. “It’s getting louder!” Finn grabbed her. “Fia, look at me. What’s happening?” “I see…” She swallowed hard. “I see fire. Cities burning. Wolves killing each other. The sky breaking apart.” Chase frowned. “That’s just the war…….” “No,” she whispered. “This is worse. This is after.”