Wild Fire Novel Novels & Stories

"You won't be a mess. Not even a hot mess. You were born wolf. You just didn't know. Besides you got me to help you." *-*-*-*-*-*-* Covill is a small town. Maybe with less natives than Grand Portage. Definitely has the same percentage of wildness. Grand Portage has businesses, the casino, trading point and two places to drink coffee or eat something. Covill is just land with a lot of trees, a motel and a few houses by the shore. It was not hard to locate the place of the killing. As usual, near the forest, the trees. The motel that's near the woods. Easy access and quick get away to a large wolf.

Allies may be enemies, passion may be perilous, and trust could be the most dangerous gamble of all. Step carefully. The stakes are higher than ever. The fire that burned before has grown hotter, darker, and more irresistible, and no one will escape unscathed. Book 2 Blurb- She was born into power. He was born to take it. At twenty, Macy Jordan has everything the world worships, beauty, privilege, and a last name that opens every door. But when the empire she secretly built collapses in spectacular fashion, taking fifty-four million and her reputation with it, Macy’s perfect life begins to rot from the inside out.

I willed my body to move, to fight through the burning haze of wolfsbane. My brain screamed at my limbs to respond, but the effort was as futile as trying to catch rain in a paper towel during a storm. I lay there, the van’s cold floor pressing against my skin, and tried to shove the rising despair back into myself. But no amount of stubbornness could drown out the gnawing fear that no one would come for me in time.

He tried to follow, but before he could reach her, fire exploded in the direction she had run. Flames swallowed the trees, roaring high into the night sky. Panic gripped him. He had lunged forward, but Craig had blocked his path, growling in warning. There was nothing they could do. The wildfire was spreading too fast. They had no choice but to retreat. Later, his men searched the wreckage, but no bodies were found. That should have been a relief. But the uncertainty nearly drove him insane. His wolf had howled for her all night. Now, curled on the cold floor of his cottage, Dylan let out a breath and ran a hand through his hair.

Half an hour later, Hera received the report she had been waiting for. Morgan: [I found it. There hasn't been any fire in Astergard recently, but there's a wildfire in the mountains west of here. Reports say many firefighters from nearby towns have died trying to contain it, which is why Mr. Grimwald and his team were sent to assist.] Hera's face turned pale as she sprang from the bed. She trembled, her fingers shaking so violently that typing a reply became a struggle.

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.

"You can't go in there. Let the firemen do their job, Laila. Even after the fire's out, the smoke has to settle before-" "I can't wait, Caleb. I need to know. I need to find his body if he really is dead." I didn't wait for his reply before dashing into the building. The ground floor was already clear and I ran up the stairs stumbling to a halt when I saw the fire advancing towards me. 'Turn back, Allyson.' my wolf screamed. I didn't. 'Turn back now!!! We will die.' My magic sang as if it was looking at a meal. I put my left hand forward, watching the fire engulf my entire arm and I was screaming already, until I wasn't. The scream had been because it wasn't hurting.

Flames A Rare kind of witches, extinct. The last Flames were burned down by common witches for the crime of being unique. Flames powers consist of Fire. Manipulating fire, imagining it, using it for one's need, and lastly illusions. Flames and Werewolves are the only supernaturals that can coexist without feeling a need to be at war with each other. There have come a time where a werewolf mate had to be a flame and the flame had to have an "Ignis" ( a soulmate ), they called him ignis because the wolves ignited the flames' fire. Just like the wolves, the Flames tend to have a short temper. When the werewolves started becoming extinct, the flames lashed out on families, friends, and mainly on

It spread quickly, fire crawling up the walls, curling the stained wallpaper and charring the ceiling. Pausing a moment, Vergel tapped an earbud, swaying to the beat as he watched the pretty show. When the fire was licking at his boots, he finally returned to the creature and kicked it, hard, in the ribs. At the satisfying crack of bones, Vergel smiled cruelly, then bent and hoisted it over his shoulder. Whistling merrily, he walked out of the blazing house and got back on his bike.

I did not say anything during the entire thing and just watched her quietly as she put on her show. I wanted to know just how sincere she was during our seven years of friendship. By the looks of it, I was too naive and mistook this venomous viper for a harmless pet. That was why I ended up dying so tragically in the previous cycle. “That’s fine. If you can’t help me, someone else will.” I did not stop smiling and dialed a number. The moment the call went through, the person on the other end asked anxiously, “Miss Nelson, have you managed to contact Joy?”