Spicy Chapters In Wildfire Novels & Stories

CHAPTER ELEVEN – FIRE AND LIES The fire spread faster than I thought possible. Flames licked the ridge like angry fingers, cracking the earth beneath our boots. The air was thick, choking, each breath burning my lungs. Luca clung to me, eyes wide with terror, and I felt a pulse of raw fear that made my hands shake—but I forced it down. There was no room for fear. Not now. Bishop’s laughter echoed over the inferno, carried by the wind like a promise of death. He had positioned himself above us, eyes glinting with satisfaction. And the second spark plug… glowing faintly red, perched on the edge of the ridge like a ticking bomb.

I couldn't bear watching your pain and also didn’t know he had already dumped you in the marsh. Tears streamed down Chloe's face as she threw her arms around his neck. "I'm scared," she whispered, her voice barely audible, over the crackling fire. Liam smile. "They should be the scared ones. What you did today will spread like wildfire. Others will join our cause, though some will side with him." He squeezed her hand. "Come, let's walk." As the pack settled around the fire with their drinks, Liam disappeared behind the car. Moments later, a magnificent black wolf emerged. Chloe gathered his discarded pants, following him into the forest where moss draped from ancient trees and crickets perfo

I interrupted. Her cheeks went red, and her eyes brightened. With a groan, I shook my head. My wolf was growling at me even before I said, “It’s not worth crying over.” The book blew up. Every page lit on fire as it burst outward, flying in every direction. A chunk of the flaming spine hit me square in my chest. I batted it away, yelping in shock. There was a slight burn where it’d hit me, but nothing bad. I stomped out the flames and made my way to the other bits of burning paper, putting out the fires.

So I would have to endure the other guys ogling Tara and talking about how much bigger her chest was than the other girls and how much her ass cheeks hung out of her shorts. I sat down next to her, keeping a safe distance, but she seemed to scoot closer, so close, her knee was touching my leg. I gulped and wiped the sweat that began to drip from the sides of my temple. She pulled out her copy of The Wizard’s Accomplice and threw it open on the blanket to where she had a few yellow tabs sticking out, saving a few spots for easy finding. She played with a lighter, flipping the top open and closed in one hand. “Did you start that fire?” my voice a bit higher than I would have liked. She sm

Fire was a living thing. I had learned that a long time ago. It breathed, it consumed, and it destroyed everything in its path. But this fire—this wildfire—was different. It wasn’t just alive. It was hungry. The flames roared behind us, devouring the dry forest in seconds, the sky above turning black with smoke. Every gust of wind sent embers spiraling into the air, carried on the back of a storm that seemed hell-bent on chasing us down. The heat was unbearable, like standing too close to an open furnace, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and ash.

"You can't go in there. Let the firemen do their job, Laila. Even after the fire's out, the smoke has to settle before-" "I can't wait, Caleb. I need to know. I need to find his body if he really is dead." I didn't wait for his reply before dashing into the building. The ground floor was already clear and I ran up the stairs stumbling to a halt when I saw the fire advancing towards me. 'Turn back, Allyson.' my wolf screamed. I didn't. 'Turn back now!!! We will die.' My magic sang as if it was looking at a meal. I put my left hand forward, watching the fire engulf my entire arm and I was screaming already, until I wasn't. The scream had been because it wasn't hurting.

Our desire for each other smoldered over the years, sparking here and there but never getting hot enough to ignite. And then it exploded into a wildfire. The thing about wildfires is they burn bright and they burn hot, but eventually, they die out.

The fire has transformed into deep, stable embers, dangerous in a different way. I already know that what comes will be even more demanding. Less spectacular. More intimate. More risky. And yet, curled against him, my body still marked, my soul astonishingly calm, I have never been so certain of one thing. I am exactly where I am meant to be. THE END

And for the first time, I realized something far more dangerous than Xander’s obsession or Nyla’s schemes. Mia wasn’t a flame to be tamed. She was wildfire. And gods help me, I was already burning in her.

My fingers tightened on the heavy wool of the blanket, but my body was leaning into the heat of his shadow. “You think your husband is the one people should fear? They’re looking at the wrong monster.” He leaned closer, his breath warm against my ear. “It’s the wildfire in you. Once it’s unleashed. It can’t be tamed. Not by him or anyone else.” I gasped, stepping back until my back hit the wall. “Are you— the one who's going to unleash my wildfire?” He didn't pull away. Instead, his hand slid from my chin to the back of my neck, his fingers tangling in my damp hair with a proprietary grip that forced my head back.