Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

I stayed perfectly still, my heart pounding so hard it hurt. Was he dead? Was it over? Then I heard it. Static. A radio crackled somewhere near the front seat. “This is Death. Come in.” My heart skipped. Death. The voice repeated itself, louder this time. Still… No answer. I slowly rolled onto my side, ignoring the pain as I searched the damaged van for anything that could help me. My fingers brushed against jagged metal protruding from the torn wall. Yes… If I could just reach it… The back doors flew open.

She looks up relived to see my great gray wolf plunging toward her, climbing onto my back when I slide to a halt. “It all burst into flame at once. I could smell the vamp who started it, then they were just gone.” Anna shouts over the roar of the flames. Heat rolls past us toward the fold as if we’re standing directly in front of the fire as we sprint for the stone. Just as we reach it, Ian tops the rise, skidding to a halt. Even the emotionless countenance of a wolf doesn’t disguise his horror seeing the valley in flames. I’d kill or die to protect Anna and our child, Lili and Thomas—Ian’s no different, and seeing what’s happening here, he hurts doubly, I know.

The fire is burning so hot I can feel it across the roof like it’s right next to me, greens and purples swirling through the flames. I glance over at Dean, who seems to be unharmed, luckily, he moved in time. Without Gunner’s ability to be inside her fire, I’m not sure how to help her. She just stands there, the golden in her eyes shining through the flames, making her look like a Goddess. ‘I can’t stop this. She’s too angry.’ Grace’s voice filters through our shared link like it was never gone. She’s still apart of our pack. All three of us take a step towards her, her eyes glancing between all three of us before shaking her head and running to the side of the roof and jumping off. “No!” Al

She stepped closer, her hand brushing against my arm, warm and grounding. I let out a heavy sigh, running a hand through my hair. “He set the house on fire. No sign of him. I don’t know if he was inside or not, but…” I trailed off, shaking my head. “Elijah’s too smart to go down like that. He’s out there. And he’s laughing at me.” Hannah’s expression softened, and she stepped closer, her fingers intertwining with mine. “You’ll find him,” she said, her voice steady and sure. “You always do. But for now, you need to rest. You’re no good to anyone like this.”

Will was looking at her with the same worry Eliza used to look at her with once. Suddenly the ring of fire around her disappeared and she stood up, abruptly. Nicholas' witch turned to the Hart girl with confusion and fear, written all over her face. The thousands of years old vampire turned to his witch, expecting an explanation but she only managed to shake her head. Ruby screamed out once again, setting the whole forest on fire. Her eyes examined the place as something turned off in her mind and she realized that she was surrounded with fire and had no idea what to do. Nicholas' witch was muttering spells under her breath trying to stop Ruby from whatever it was she was doing but that just

"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 .

Grace woke up with a jump as she heard the fire alarm go off. She looked around to find Xan and she jumped up to find him. She quickly slipped on a silk dressing gown and ran to find Xan. “Xan! Xan!” She Shouted desperately. Grace coughed as a plume of black smoke Was filling the penthouse. "Had they been attacked? Is Xan hurt?" Grace thought as she made her way to the kitchen. Grace did not expect to see the apocalyptic scene that was in front of her! Xan was desperately shouting at Denug to put a pan of burnt scrambled eggs out. So badly burnt, the eggs were on fire along with some toast!

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.

"Hannah! What are you doing, it's too dangerous!" Rania quickly followed her sister while gazing in horror at the sight of her camp that had been razed to the ground. Fire, smoke, and the remains of the rubble of their huts were seen scorched here and there with several humans who became victims of the ferocity of their enemies. But all the terrible sights she had to ignore in order to drag Hannah away from their camp. The enemies was still shooting bombs at their camp, if Hannah continued desperately to find Aiden among the ruins of their ruined hut, Hannah might die a silly death for a man who simply didn't deserve Hannah's true love. “Hannah, don't be stupid! Think of your own life."

And now Marcus had returned, carrying the flame that once tried to consume them all. Grace excused herself, needing air, needing space to breathe. She stepped onto the balcony that overlooked the city. The skyline glittered, indifferent to the wars of men who thought themselves kings. She wrapped her arms around herself. Every time she tried to distance her heart from Damien, something pulled her closer his pain, his honesty, the cracks in his armor that only she seemed allowed to see. A buzz from her phone snapped her from her thoughts. She frowned. The number was unknown. Against her better judgment, she opened the message.