Wild Fire Novel Novels & Stories

Not anymore. “No,” she whispered, and fire roared from her hands, shooting forward in a wave that scorched the earth and turned the night into a mockery of dawn. Flames licked the trees, and hunters dove to the ground, shouting orders that melted into chaos. Aiden moved at the same time. He lunged like lightning, his jaws snapping on a hunter before the man could fire. The scream cut short, drowned in the snarl of teeth and the thud of bodies hitting earth.

"Intense feelings, like a wildfire, consume my every thought. Burning bright and hot, they leave me feeling both alive and distraught." His POV.... Wildlife ! . She was a wildfire . She was burning and spreading in my veins like a fire in the woods . The fire that could either burn you wholly or give birth to many innovations . Winter was that spark of ignition that could burn a million year old forest by her fire . She was indeed a wildfire . She was wild and careless . If she was the drug I might have been her druggie . The druggie who won't let his favourite drug to share with anyone .

She asks she with crossed arms I guess she's right. "My name is Hanna" I decide to tell her as I give in "Hanna Wilder" she says my name which causes my body to feel tingly all over Whoa. What was that? I stand up straighter to try and hide this feeling. My ex-boyfriend never made me feel like that. "Pretty name" she says as she tucks a strand of her black hair behind her ear Her eyes never stray away from mine as she does so.

I prayed, hoping the whole night was one sick dream. But from the heat on my skin, I knew it was no dream. While the heat didn’t harm me, it made me aware this was reality. I searched whimpering, hoping to find something as defense, but I was surrounded by only twigs, grass and dirt. Nothing came to my aid as whatever approached me slowly. I watched the flames crackling, sparking sharply as it burned the pieces of wood, any bit of life it can grab onto. I looked at the flames that still caressed my hands, then into the darkness, where it stood, stepping forward, “STAY BACK!” I yelled, reaching out with my hands, but it only caused the flames to soar higher, grow into a wildfire as it climbed

Far back at the distance where we landed yesterday a black cloud darkened the air emitting from between the trees. Running I grabbed Hunter's hand. "Hunter, Look! A campfire. We are saved," I exclaimed. "Come on!" I tugged at his hand preparing to run to the direction but stopped when he didn't budge. Turning around I glanced at him to see his incisive eyes watching the smoke as if analysing something. Suddenly his eyes widened and hand around mine tightened. I frowned. "What's wrong?" "Run." "Why?" "It's no campfire, it's wildfire."

Nut’s POV The fire’s embers cast flickering shadows over the hollowed walls of the abandoned village, painting the remnants of the houses in soft gold and crimson. Outside, the forest murmured with life, the distant sounds of shifting leaves and unseen creatures setting the air trembling with tension. But inside, the packhouse—or what we had turned it into—was a sanctuary of heat, unspoken desire, and bonds stretching taut between wolves and men alike.

she doesn’t tell me her plan but I trust her and mind link the back to fight there way to us. One by one heads pop up as pack members look for us in the crowd and start to make their way through the rogues. As the pack reach us Nova calls out “form a circle and stay in the circle or you’ll get a bit crispy!” What the fuck does that mean? As I wonder what she means she holds her hands out towards the rogue and lets out a scream. Fire flies through the air and burns along the ground sweeping through the drive and yard at incredible speeds. I can only assume this is what a bush fire looks like in the woods spreading from branch to branch. The flames catch the rogues and they howl and snarl at b

Others flew alone. Below, wolves raced through the forest while humans and vampires formed lines from the river to the flames. But the fire was wrong. Emmy knew that immediately. Normal fire didn’t move against the wind. This did. It crawled. It chose. Flames ignored the wooden beams and stone walls whenever there were no records nearby. Instead, they curled around shelves, consuming parchment, leather books, carved genealogy tablets, and painted family trees. It was hunting history. “Ignis!” His dragon head turned slightly.

And now that it is kindled, it's really hard to stop this wildfire. No woman had ever made him lose his sanity over the passion for flesh. More and more, deeper and deeper, until she finally lost a grip on herself and screamed. The heavier rain outside muffled their moans as they reached the climax that they have longed for. The night ended with their bodies under each other's warmth. For Elizabeth, it was the first. For Aleksander, it's like he found home in the arms of this strange woman.

I muttered, slamming the receiver back onto its cradle without waiting for a reply. I stood up from my chair as Serdar approached my desk, the gravity of his presence filling the entire room. “Sir? What is it?” I asked. “The situation in the province has just become worse, Kenan,” Serdar said, his deep voice cutting through the quiet office like a razor blade. “A massive wildfire has just erupted near the edge of town, and it’s spreading uncontrollably. It’s already threatening to devour the entire area of Akyaka.” He slammed a tactical folder down onto my desk, his fingers tapping against the map.