Wild Fire Novel Novels & Stories

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

*Last chapter! Yay! So someone is going to die. I know, spoiler much? Jsyk, I am crying way more than you are, if you do ಥ╭╮ಥ Listening to Before you go by Lewis Capaldi * * It was not easy at first. Having to pull men through tents and snap their heads, because there was a high possibility they would heal again. Yet he had to be thankful for the twins. Who psychotically, and happily set them on fire or drove Icicles through their head.

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

What if it was true and not just some wild thought “Then I’ll pick you up jeez, you won’t even waste your car’s fuel” Rumors have it that if your blood is mutated, you get killed at night and your body is never found. I jumped up in fright after reading that, what if I’m mutated and I get killed “I’m having none of this” I whispered “Dude really?” I heard Sebastian grumble. I then remembered that I was speaking to someone on the phone “Uhm, you were saying?” I asked in an apologetic tone

“It isn’t.” The air around us shifted. Not like magic. Like something opening its eyes. Fia suddenly gasped, clutching her head. “It’s getting louder!” Finn grabbed her. “Fia, look at me. What’s happening?” “I see…” She swallowed hard. “I see fire. Cities burning. Wolves killing each other. The sky breaking apart.” Chase frowned. “That’s just the war…….” “No,” she whispered. “This is worse. This is after.”

They burned like living embers, unblinking, locked directly onto me. A low growl rolled through the trees, so deep it vibrated inside my chest and made my bones hum. This was no ordinary wolf. It was something far older. Far more dangerous. The guards released me as if I had burned them. “Run,” one whispered, terror stripping his voice raw. “Gods save us all—run!” Their torches bobbed wildly as they crashed away through the underbrush like frightened deer, footfalls fading into the night and leaving only the thunder of my own heartbeat in my ears.

Before my eyes, my memories—moments with Lucas, our seaside home, our love—were being gathered in his palm like burning spheres of fire. As a final attempt, I detonated the “super-simulation” code within me. Flames burst through the gaps between the Original Father’s fingers. The entire lab shook violently. In that blinding white explosion, when I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the metallic city. I stood in an endless library—filled with billions of bookshelves. Every book was titled “Sophia.” I opened one book—it was the story of my life. I opened another—it described my death.

They move through the woodlands as quietly as a ghost, leaving no tracks behind them, only a steady stream of noxious liquid spilling from the can. In a few hours time nothing will be left of the powerful accelerant, nor the forest itself. For all intents and purposes it will look like the entire landscape went up in flames of its own accord, a spontaneous combustion at the height of foliage season. In the entire history of the Nova pack, only one wildfire has ever plagued the territory, and never within the city limits. That all changes tonight. It wasn’t a very creative plan, after all Arabella too had played her hand at arson and failed with spectacular grace. But this was different. This

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.

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.