Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

The fire that had choked the pines died back as the cursed wolves fell one by one—burning, breaking, crumbling into ash. I don’t remember the final kill. I only remember the silence that followed. It was staggering. The kind that rang in your ears and made your skin feel like it didn’t fit anymore. Then someone whispered: “They’re gone.” And a breath of wind rushed through the trees like the forest itself had exhaled. Later, I stood at the edge of the ceremonial circle, staring down at the burned remnants of what had once been sacred ground. The runes still glowed faintly under the ash. The bond had held.

her eyes flicker to mine and I catch a glimpse of remorse in her eyes before it disappears. A cackle breaks the tension between us and it's no one other than, Gracie. Only she has the ability to cackle like a medieval witch. I lazily turn my head to her direction. I watch with disinterest as she wipes the non existent tears from her eyes. "That's a good one aunt" her eyes meet mine for a second before it shifts to Rolan. "My cousin loves it hard, rough and very painful" she mocks and her sister Gloria joins her in laughing.

Even the camera shutters stopped. Finally, the screen froze on an old file from the Appalachian Women in Business Scholarship Program. Name: Grace Walker. Birthplace: Red Creek, West Virginia. The photo attached was the same young woman outside the church. My grandmother. The real Grace Walker. The comments churned. [So the current Grace Hale is not Grace Walker?] [The letters are right there. He just said he rejected her.] [This isn't cheating. This is identity theft.] Henry pressed his lips into a thin line. His hand gripped the edge of the table. Sweat slid from his temple.

“Those howls aren’t from the Fallen Moon rogues. That’s a battle cry. We have to get as far away as possible from them.” “What if it’s the Black Moon pack?” “I wouldn’t be surprised if it is.” “Matt and Rose should be safe, right?” I glanced back over my shoulder; smoke was billowing over the treetops. I knew who the source of the smoke was. Greta had begun to act recklessly; who else could start a forest fire so quickly? She would burn the whole forest down, and she didn’t care who or what she destroyed. My stomach dropped...Matt. I ripped my arm away from Alaric and started running back towards the howls and smoke.

Her hazel eyes wide open as she slowly takes in her surroundings. She was panting, her lips trembling as Ace mumbles something to her. Probably telling her to calm the fuck down. Hannah focused her gaze solely on her cousin as she breathed in and out. I was doing the same as if I was there with them. The smoke was getting thicker, a sign that the fire is getting bigger by the minute. Ace was coughing and so was Hannah. “Do it,” Luka mumbled beside me. “What?!” I asked in horror.

She trembled, her fingers shaking so violently that typing a reply became a struggle. Hera: [What is the current situation? Any casualties on his team?] Her emotions blurred into a suffocating haze. All she felt was a choking grip from this unknown fear. Morgan: [I'm not sure. No reliable updates yet. The wildfire is reportedly coming under control. Ms. Bishop, I'm confident Mr. Grimwald will be fine.] Hera closed her eyes, helpless. Only she knew Sebastian had shut off his phone long ago. She feared the tone in his farewell letter hinted he might have accepted this mission with a death wish.

Her hair fly’s around s=her as she continues to fall, her eyes wide but fearless, she has made her peace and knows that the fucking cunt moon goddess will allow her passage into the forever valley and give her a safe place to live the rest of her souls life before it fades. I hear it. The moment her body hits the ground. It’s a sound I will never fucking forget. The loud scream followed by the sickening bone breaking thud sent a shiver down my spine as I continue to stare into her blood red eyes and pool that now surrounds her. Hannahs body looks like a pile of skin and mush as they peel her off the forest floor. Rogues and other wild animals have been pacing in the shadows waiting for us to

’ I was about a five minute ride on the ATV because I would have to go all the way around the small patch of woods around my house, so I decided to shift in order to make better time by going through the woods. I was the closest, but everyone was heading towards the house. Christine by now would have everyone moved into the vault until the threat was eliminated. ‘Gabe, Hannah went to your place to get something and hasn’t made it back, but they’re here.’ My heart sank at her words and a burst of adrenaline coursed through my wolf and he increased speed. All either of us could think of was getting to her, we can’t let anything happen to our woman.

Something was wrong, and he didn't know what it was. “Can you tell me what's going on? Why don't you let me sleep?" “Something's wrong. I feel the fire inside my heart burn brighter.” – Zog answers, in his head. "I also feel some strangeness, but it must be because of the noise these mutts make." “I don't think that's it. I think our fireheart is close” – Zog replies. "That's impossible. The only shedragons here, are Hanna, Nymphe and Iposa, and none of them is certainly our fireheart” – Lucifron says, without any emotion.