Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

I trusted too much so that's the result. I closed my eyes. I don't feel too cold anymore because of the big bonfire outside. It gives heat to the surroundings. After our mission here in Waldorf, we will be heading to Mythion. That would be my last mission and a chance to be with Elijah. I feel sad again because of that thought. But I know I can do anything. I can move on. It will be hard, but I know I will. After all, nothing is easy, only determination is needed to overcome everything.

Rhyder's POV. "Grace... wait! Just slow down, please? Grace... will you just talk to me... please?" She suddenly stopped and rounded on me. We were already half way into the forest and still able to hear Alexis's screaming as Jackson and a few others dragged her to the border. "What the hell was that, Rhyder?!" Her voice trembled. Her eyes blazed. She was furious. But I knew that her fury only masked deeper feelings that she wasn't quite ready to deal with yet.

Wild Addiction volume 2. I never knew true addiction until I met her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body, and soul—until nothing mattered but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that mattered was easing the hollow space inside me. It was there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingered, intensifying until my mind was full of dark spots. Until my mind was full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflected her, bending at the waist, her pert, little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.

he spat, pointing at her. Hannah’s head snapped up, her face contorted with fury. “You’re blaming me? Have you lost your mind?” Davis pulled his phone from his pocket, his fingers shaking as he fiddled with it, then played an audio recording. Hannah’s voice filled the room, loud and unmistakable. “…That woman and her daughter didn’t die,” her voice echoed. “They’re both alive and well? What? The whole building burned down. How did they survive?” Davis fast-forwarded the recording slightly, and the conversation continued, each word hitting harder than the last.

she stuttered, her lips trembling. I slammed the door shut and threw the half-burnt cigarette on the ground before walking back to the car. Lucian threw the half-burnt cigarette he was holding on the cottage and stepped back, his hands dipped into his pocket. The fire started slowly and then burst into a wildfire, consuming the white woods and the people inside. Screams, groans, and cries of Herod's family members echoed in the field, mixing up with the roar of the furious fire, creating a sweet rhythm in the ear.

ELIJAH'S POV: The cottage came into full view through the trees, and the sight made my blood run cold. The fire was spreading fast, consuming everything in its path. Flames tore through shattered windows like wild, hungry creatures. Thick black smoke spiraled violently into the sky, blotting out the stars. The heat hit me even from the road, searing my skin like a physical blow. My breath left me in a broken gasp. "Hannah..." I whispered. What if she was in there? What if she was trapped inside a burning building?

Henry shouted. But Hana turned into a different person; her eyes became cold, Nad's training pot boiled, and the fire was burning and gradually eating away outside. With only one thin layer left, Nad would completely disappear. The class screamed, pushing the other to run out of the class. Zeci poked his red horns and stared into Hana's eyes, and Henry saw Zeci's two horns trembling slightly. Claura howled, "Damn, what to do, Henry. I can't stand this fire?"

Declan's POV I could hear the crackle of fire before I saw it. The night in Axwild Forest was dark, cold, but the glow of flames shimmered through the gaps in the trees, a strange warmth brushing against my skin. My sister’s laughter echoed somewhere near me, light and unguarded, the way it used to be when we were kids. For a moment, I almost believed I was back there, that everything had reset, that life wasn’t the twisted wreck it had become.

Hannah screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes widened as she saw the burning fire advancing towards her. It grew with every passing second, driving her insanely crazy. She struggled to escape but couldn't. Her scream was loud and clear as Diego stood with a blank look. Hannah felt the intense heat searing her skin, causing unbearable pain, and she couldn't breathe well due to the lack of oxygen. Her head spun with fear. "Help!!!! Please!!! Ahhhhh!!!!"

Damon passed around a tray of cups filled with honey-sweet tea. “No speeches,” he said. “Just presence.” They sat in silence. Together. Listening. Breathing. Grateful. And then, from the shadows, Grace spoke up. “Grandpa?” “Yes, my light?” “I want to make a new Flamekeeper’s book.” Everyone turned. “But this time… it’s not about the past. It’s about the future.” Cassie smiled. “What will you call it?” Grace looked up at the stars and whispered: “The Fire We Haven’t Lit Yet.”