This Wheel's On Fire Book Novels & Stories

“Then we finish this.” A few minutes later, Isabel was propped up beside the fire pit they’d quickly built. She was pale, but stubborn enough to stand on her own. The fire crackled to life as the others gathered around. Isabel looked at the objects, her expression unreadable. Then, without ceremony, she tossed both the book and device into the flames. The old leather curled almost instantly, the pages igniting in a rush of blue and orange flames. The device sparked and crackled before melting into twisted metal.

Rocco The first thing I saw was the smoke. Black, thick, curling up into the air like a shroud over a funeral. My fingers closed over the wheel, my jaw locking as I pumped the accelerator harder. The fire had spread fast—too fast. This was no accident. It was a bloody message. She flung open the door, her feet on sidewalk, her body a blur of motion as she headed directly into the fire. "Fiorella!" I yelled, but she wasn't listening.

Raven took one, struck it, and stared at the flame. It felt symbolic. It felt final. She touched the flame to the ledger, and it curled inward immediately. Fire licked up the edge of the page, consuming names and numbers and signatures. Jaxon stood beside her, watching the fire devour the past. "One page won’t save us," he said. "But it’s a start." Raven nodded. "We’ll build the rest together." The flames crackled louder. The smoke rose, curling in the air like the last of their denials. They said nothing more as the book burned, and the room filled with the scent of scorched truth.

I was doing it so everyone in this room would know I had given them the roadmap to avoid disaster. If they still managed to screw it up, it would be because they were idiots, and it would have nothing to do with me. I wasn't giving them any ammunition to sling mud at me ever again. Lucy didn’t even bother to open the file. She glanced at the cover with contempt and let out a haughty sniff. “Right, Madeline. Got it.” I knew she wouldn't read it. After all, as a mole, her job was to burn everything to the ground.

I held that nozzle down and kept the flame there and didn’t stop until I’d coated him head to toe with flames that looked like the purest, cleanest things I’d ever seen. The man in yellow, painted in vibrant shades of red and orange, stood there and burned. No screams of rage or pain, no thrashing or wailing. He just stood there, on that stage, burning. When the flames touched that book, it exploded. No shit. It leaped into flame and exploded. For a moment its flames looked bright green, as if something foul and poisonous was burning.

No one survives to tell this And they feared that they will have a similar fate. Past will repeat itself and they all will die. The two wolves were now fighting on the edge of the fire. The Red eyed wolf's eyes were akin to balls of fire. They were no longer red but were burning red with yellow flames. Soon his black fur got surrounded by flames of fire. It looked like he was burning in fire but the truth was that he was actually controlling it. He was an elemental too. With the emement of fire.

Sticking out her hand, Amber made Al ceased in his tracks and froze behind him, how was I even a hybrid if Amber can hear better than me because I heard nothing— "Get down!" Amber yelled, leaping on us, inciting us to fall to the ground, a loud explosion followed. Suddenly we were all surrounded by W.I.K.D agents, Snarling, Al's eyes glowed blue as Amber growled, drool leaking from her jaws as she stared at the men, "Guys," I swallowed, "I thought you said we aren't allowed to kill agents," "These aren't agents... This is Valdomore," Al growled, attaching one of the men, Amber followed as well,

Vice retorted as he pushed past Jax and jumped on his bike, "And, it's Vice. Vincent was the naive fucker that let himself get pushed over way too much... he was the one that let the only person he ever trusted send him away without an explanation, nothing! Vice, however - Vice will blow your fucking head off before you have the chance." As Scar neared the Wolves' club, the first thing he noticed was a large, black cloud coming from where the building stood. The second thing was the ash that lingered in the air as he approached and the third was the flames that could be seen for miles. Scar's breath hitched as he sped up, ignoring the screams coming from the man tied to his bike. The rider f

For some reason, the smoke didn't bother me like it would usually do and even as McKenzie smoked her brown thick sticks ,I found it very alluring rather---yeah maybe the smoke was messing with my head. Speaking of McKenzie, I turned my face to look at her---at some point I had moved to sit between Oliver and Bani on the other couch. My eyes fell on McKenzie's pink lips that wrapped around the cigar and her veiny lower arms as she lit up the cigar with a lighter. For a moment ,all the voices ,laughters and music, everything around me zoned in as my eyes focused on nothing but the woman of my dreams. It was like in slow motion as she inhaled from the stick and Karan said something next to her

I thought as my head turned to a small window in the room. I saw smoke. I ran towards it, and there I saw the book being burned in a small fire. I quickly ran outside, but it was too late when I got there. Fire consumed the entire book. Madison had burned the book. I cried. How will I ever learn about my pack and my mom anymore?