This Wheel's On Fire Book Novels & Stories

Later that night, in the solitude of her journal, Sophia wrote: Today, I watched a girl step into the space I once occupied— Trembling. Raw. Brave. And I realized… The fire I carry didn’t dim when I shared it. It spread. Chapter 58: First Stop, First Spark Three months later, the journey began. The first leg of The Fire We Share tour rolled out—not in luxury, but in purpose. Their white sprinter bus wasn’t glamorous, but it was home on wheels. Shelves lined with donated books. Warm golden lights overhead. And painted across both sides, three simple quotes from Sophia’s memoir:

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

When the audio ended, she spoke with calm resignation, “I tampered with his car because I wanted Jack to win the championship. That led to Lewis’s crash and death. “Lewis treated racing with devotion. To him, a race was his life’s calling. “Jack and I framed him to escape blame. “Without me, Lewis would have won. He would have had a bright, dazzling future. “I am the sinner. I betrayed the one who trusted me the most.” Then, as comments exploded across the livestream, Alanna struck a lighter in the gas-filled room. … Fortunately, someone watching the stream lived nearby and called the police. Firefighters arrived quickly and put out the flames. But Alanna had stood at the center of the explo

But the sun and my blurry, stinging eyes kept me from seeing anything. And then the car exploded, causing me to cover my ears and this man’s powerful body sheltered me. The breath of the explosion carried a burnt rose petal at my feet. “Don’t be afraid, son! They've rolled the dice! It just had to be him...”

Joanne’s POV The burning in my chest spread like wildfire, searing through every vein until I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and I began. The room spun in violent circles; the world narrowed to choking smoke, black edges closing in. I tried to pull myself out of the fire and the rubble it created in its path, but I knocked into something that halted me. I barely managed to glance up in time to see the bookshelf sway, a hulking shadow tilting forward, ready to crush me.

But because my sister, Raven Webster, thought Snowviper was too terrifying to look at, she stole Blazewing for herself. A month later, the whole world turned hotter, and the heatwave apocalypse began. Snowviper's power, just like his name, could lower the temperature within ten feet of him, creating a living shield against the burning world. Blazewing, on the other hand, carried the opposite—heat and fire. Raven took Blazewing, but she died of heat stroke in the heatwave apocalypse, while I survived thanks to Snowviper's cooling power. In her final moments, Raven was convinced I had stolen her husband. She whispered poison into Snowviper's ear, and he killed me.

Making us vanish into nothingness. I need to react fast. This is bad, really bad. If she can catch on fire, she can do some real damage to my members. "Return to the pack ground, now," I commanded by the mental bond, and some of them were hesitant, but they obeyed. A few moments later, we ended up alone: the little red wolf, me, and the only woman I would take a silver bullet for. But Bardo, the Water Wizard, stood close by, ready to extinguish the fire.

- I just finished my homework only to suddenly remember that I have a project with the devil that is due in three days. I refuse to work with her out of school. Who knows what her intentions are. My phone begins to ring from my night table effectively cutting off my thoughts. I reach over and unplug the device before sliding the 'accept' button and waiting for the video chat to connect. As it connects I'm met with the face of Faith. "How did your talk with Aurelia go?" She asks, skipping the greetings "Nice to see you too, Faith" I say with a small laugh as I lean my back against my headboard

“Please- don’t… please, give it back.” But Coral just smiled and rolled her eyes before she walked away from me. With one flick of her wrist, she created fire on the floor and threw the book into it. The flames erupted and swallowed the book- the last hope that we had- burning it away. I watched in helplessly and in horror as the last pages of the book was burned and turned into ashes. The fire devoured every secret, help or solution we had to deafening Coral and getting Valerie back, now we really had no way to destroying the witches.

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.