Wild Fire Novel Novels & Stories

“Roll my windows down first, I can tell what you two were doing.” Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, Saturday I had to take my oldest to the ER. He had croup and that with his asthma was super rough. Then my youngest caught it :( Now both kiddos are feeling better, but I've gotten sick too. I'll keep you guys updated as much as I can, til then I'm pushing through it to create more content <3 If you aren't following my facebook author page Facebook.com/JaneKnightWrites you should, I had a big announcement this past weekend. My book Hers for the Holidays is now available in paperback through amazon. It's a mfm shifter holiday romance with a high heat level. Hope everyone is having a good

Eira snarled furiously from the wolfbane poison effects suppressing her presence and withdrew into the profound depths of Nueva's mind. The smoke grew dense, and Nueva struggled to see. Marigold's red dress turned into a blushing silhouette in the misty layers in front of her. Nueva could see two bright flares flickering through her squinting eyes before a roar of fire rushed towards her. Nueva barely avoided the scorching flames searing the fabric of her jumper from her arm and blistering her pale skin. The bittersweet scent of burnt hair and skin blended with the forest air's putrid smells.

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The fire had been burning for hours, a blazing beacon that cut through the darkness of the frozen wasteland like a lighthouse in a storm. Julian had watched it from a distance, his body trembling with a mixture of cold and exhaustion, his mind drifting in and out of consciousness. He had not meant to burn the house down. He had only wanted to signal for rescue, to attract attention, to find help. But the fire had spread faster than he had anticipated, consuming everything in its path, reducing the Mill Creek house to a pile of smoldering ash and charred timbers.

My body becomes enveloped in a burst of flames, and the fire spreads from my skin and causes an expulsion as soon as it got close to the gas tank across the room. THE END.

Lucia almost smiled. Outside the apartment, Chicago moved through its grey December morning, and somewhere in the city a careful man was waking up to another day of managing a structure that had, without his knowledge, just acquired a crack in its foundation, and somewhere else a frightened woman and her daughter were about to be given the chance to disappear into safety for the first time in years. The walls Whitfield had built, Sienna thought, watching Dante and Lucia continue working behind her while she made the first calls, were starting to come down.

" He stretch out his hand. Annie looked at his hazel eyes and took his hand and nodded her head in agreement unable to speak at the moment because she's melting inside, she withdraw her hand from him and rob them together. " are satisfied now?" Annie asked to cover up her nervous stage . Jacob looked at her and smile. He hesitated. The tedious tale of finally breaking off his tepid long-distance affair with Bridget, his decisions to take a month's leave of absence from his architecture firm, none of it belonged in this magic circle of firelight . It was so workaday, so rational, so boring. Looking into Annie's fey smoky eyes, he was outside the confines of normal life, in a fantasy world whe

Luckily for us, as a reward, Gray lets Iselyn and I take a quick dip and play in the waves before ultimately setting the bodies ablaze and hurrying home. That night, we see the wild fire on the news. It burned down over fifty acres of woodland before the firefighters were able to put it out. The beach where we were just hours before, now covered in ash and smoke. Later that night, after Iselyn and I were supposed to be asleep, we sneak downstairs for hot chocolate, hoping that will help ease us enough to let us sleep. As we’re sitting at the bar counter, she sighs. “Things aren’t going to get any better, are they?” she asks.

Severin speculated that the abode of that fallen royal paragon might be significant in more ways than one. Myles then whispered, "According to rumors, he is Wildfire, a royal paragon who met his demise thousands of years ago." "Wildfire?" Severin's eyes widened at that revelation. Wildfire was renowned as the foremost unaffiliated practitioner in Southsky tens of thousands of years ago. He had gained widespread recognition throughout Southsky after becoming a supreme paragon. In his early years, Wildfire ventured from Southsky to Midland, Westland, and Eastland. His mastery over fire-based techniques was simply peerless. When he returned to Southsky in later years, he established a very powe

Fire was a living thing. I had learned that a long time ago. It breathed, it consumed, and it destroyed everything in its path. But this fire—this wildfire—was different. It wasn’t just alive. It was hungry. The flames roared behind us, devouring the dry forest in seconds, the sky above turning black with smoke. Every gust of wind sent embers spiraling into the air, carried on the back of a storm that seemed hell-bent on chasing us down. The heat was unbearable, like standing too close to an open furnace, and the air was thick with the acrid stench of burning wood and ash.