Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

"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.

Whatever her reason, I’m willing to listen. “What am I right about, Hannah?” I ask, my voice softer than I expected. Her sad smile pierces me, tugging at something deep in my chest. Have I caused that? A memory flashes in my mind—a younger Hannah, carefree and full of life, telling me how much she loved me. That girl is gone, replaced by this broken, desolate woman standing before me. “Everything,” she says, walking backward into the forest. Uncaring of the orders from my soldiers.

This peaks Faith's interest as she frowns at me. "Is this because of Chadley?" She asks hitting the bullseye I just nervously bite my lip as I break our eye contact. She sighs at this, gaining my attention. "Hanna, just because you were wrong about one persons intentions doesn't mean that everyone's intentions are horrible" she says with a motherly tone of voice "Yeah, well I'll never find out because I'm putting an end to whatever her and I have" I say with a newfound determination "Hanna, you and I both know that that's not what you want" Faith says with disappointment

As we continued our moonlit adventure, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the rare opportunity to be part of something so primal and beautiful. We ran far into the woods, our wolves weaving through the trees until we reached a spacious clearing where the moon shone brightly in the night sky. The silver glow casts a serene ambience over the open space. I sat on the cool dirt and howled at the moon, expressing my joy and connection to the wilderness. Cage, Sebastien's wolf, joined me in no time, his howl harmonising with mine. The clearing became a sacred space where we could embrace the wild and be true to our primal selves.

Grace coughed. They turned. Flames blocked the hallway to the back. "The window!" Aiden dragged Grace toward the bedroom window. He grabbed a chair. Smashed the glass. Cleared the sharp edges with the chair leg. "Go! Jump!" Grace climbed through. Dropped into the snow outside. Cold bit her skin. She was only wearing pajamas. Aiden followed. They ran away from the cabin as fast as they could. Behind them, someone screamed. "FIRE! THERE'S A FIRE!"

“You are here…” “Hannah, her name is Hannah,” Reid said as the girl froze and quickly pulled away. She stared at her for a long time. “Hannah, this is Gracey. She’s one of the omegas that we rescued.” “Oh, hi.” Hannah shook her hand. “Pleasure to meet you, Gracey.” Gracey pulled her hand away as she stepped back. “You might be confused but she’s not Eloisa,” Reid explained briefly. “I apologize.” She quickly ran away.

I tell him before ducking outside and sparking up a smoke as I lean on my polished bike. My thoughts wander to the woman who called herself Flames last night. She'd had my attention as soon as her wide green eyes had met mine, her full lips curled in an amused smile as she casually dealt with Tanya. When she walked into the bar, I'd stood back and observed as everyone tracked the fiery red heads movements through the room. Whether she meant to or not, she managed to get the attention of everyone in there and I'm sure caused a few to suffer from their eyes wandering off of their ol' ladies. When she has walked away from me outside, my c**k had jumped in my trousers as I watched her round hips

Far back at the distance where we landed yesterday a black cloud darkened the air emitting from between the trees. Running I grabbed Hunter's hand. "Hunter, Look! A campfire. We are saved," I exclaimed. "Come on!" I tugged at his hand preparing to run to the direction but stopped when he didn't budge. Turning around I glanced at him to see his incisive eyes watching the smoke as if analysing something. Suddenly his eyes widened and hand around mine tightened. I frowned. "What's wrong?" "Run." "Why?" "It's no campfire, it's wildfire."

Anything that they could carry was now scattered on the lawn. He witnessed how a family huddled on the roadside and stared at their burning home. Even though Xander was in his car, he could hear the sound of muffled cries, frantic shouts, and the sound of fire roaring as it destroyed anything it touched. Fueled by concern for Hannah, he got out of his car to search for her from the frantic crowd. “Hannah!” “Hannah!” He kept on yelling. He is so preoccupied that he bumps into a firefighter.

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.