Spicy Chapters In Wildfire Novels & Stories

The night was quiet now—eerily quiet—except for the soft crackle of dying embers and the ragged breaths of those who had survived. Evelynn sat with her back against a fallen tree, her body trembling, every muscle aching as if the fire had hollowed her out. Her hair clung to her damp skin, tangled with ash, her palms raw from the force of the blaze. The fire inside her was quiet now, dimmed to a fragile ember, but it left her shaken—like a storm that had passed but might still return at any moment.

Or too far gone to fear properly. Spiro opened his mouth and breathed fire. Orange flame tore across the field of ash, broader and hotter than anything a normal creature should survive. The blast struck four wraith-touched at once, lifting them from the ground, slamming them into a rock wall, swallowing them in fire. Their bodies burned, shrivelled, split open, black veins bursting under heat. For a moment, I hoped. Then they stood up inside the fire. Burned, broken, but moving. They crawled forward through the flame like hatred had hands and hunger had bones.

Chapter 85: Borrowed Time The scent of burning wood and resin lingered in the cold air, sharp and acrid, as Luca and Ethan raced down the slope away from the Old Sawmill. Smoke curled behind them, twisting with the wind, marking the inferno they had left in their wake. For a brief moment, the fire had bought them precious minutes, but it had also broadcast their presence to any observer with eyes in the valley.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.

"We're not out of the danger yet. We have to get out of here. None of us are safe anymore." I returned to the window to observe Grandpa Falkor, fueled by vengeance, take matters into his own hands. He struck a matchstick and ignited the fuel-soaked ground with a malicious smirk on his face. The flames erupted and spread like wildfire, devouring everything in their path. As their bodies were enveloped by the merciless flames, the pack members, imprisoned in their scorching inferno, cried out in agony. The pungent fragrance of burning fur and flesh filled the air.

I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then in a flash, the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground, desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers, new sounds began to harmonize; screams, howls, and cries for help terrorized me.

“I’ll burn it all.” For a moment, Piper couldn’t breathe. The heat from the flames reached her face, but her skin felt cold. This couldn’t be happening. She shook her head in denial, muttering, “No, no, not now.” Her eyes darted frantically until they landed on a sturdy tree branch on the ground at a distance. She hurriedly grabbed it and rushed to the fire, trying desperately to drag half-burnt pages out of the flames. “No, no, we can’t give up now!” Her voice shook, her lips trembling. “We are close, Mum! We finally have a real lead!”

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

It felt as if it wanted to burn through my palms and enter me. ​I don't know what that embryo is, but every time it moves, a wave of intense pain ripples through my body. As I descended through the mountain forest, I realized my hearing had sharpened incredibly. The sound of a dry leaf snapping a mile away rang in my ears like a thunderclap. ​"Catch her! Don't let her cross the forest!" ​The screams of Elena’s commandos echoing from the distance alerted me. They weren't dead. They had returned alive even from that blast of fire.

Chapter 1: Into the Inferno The roar of the flames was deafening, like the devil himself breathing down their necks. Dante Reyes kicked through another burning door, his heavy turnout gear already feeling like a furnace. At thirty five, he had seen hell more times than he could ever count, but this super fire fueled by climate dried forests and years of corporate greed was something else entirely. “Anyone here?!” he bellowed, voice muffled by his mask. "Can anyone hear me, he shouted."