Wildfire Hannah Grace Audiobook Novels & Stories

Hade had left me in here alone. To die. Goodbye mama and papa. Goodbye Ayla. The smoke from the fire was making it hard to breath and I couldn’t help byr ciugh inti the gag. It was getting harder to breathe and my eyes were my eyes. It was getting difficult to keep them open. Suddenly a black shadow came into being. I looked past the water that had gathered. Hades had come back. “Íxera óti tha ísoun edó. Símera tha se xefortothó”

He surveyed for the source of the fume and saw a tiny plume of gray smoke increasing from a smoldering tree end. Lightning must have struck it. Fire. Yes! Kain carelessly gathered up some dry wands and hay and expanded them to the smoking end. He blew and blew, stimulating the grass to hitch. He saw a slight flame! He put in more hay and a few minor sticks, then a few bigger ones. The fire was scorching nicely. Great.

Anton sat behind her in the passenger seat, silent, but his eyes were sharp, noting every potential obstacle, every weakness in the terrain, every clue to the city ahead. “I can feel it,” Hannah murmured, voice low but unwavering. “She’s close. She’s alive.” I swallowed hard, throat dry, heart thudding in a controlled rhythm. “You really think it’s here?” She didn’t look at me. Hannah never wasted energy on reassurance. Her wolf, hidden beneath the calm exterior, thrummed like a spring coiled tight, a tether guiding our path. “I’ve never been wrong,” she said.

She opens her mouth to cry out, but suddenly, her throat closes up again. The sudden instinct to cover her ears was imminent. "Harry, my fire is coming out now! I don't wish to burn this terrain and this mountain. I don't know if I could hold it any longer, or this fire inside me will flare, and it might make an avalanche and I don't prefer that to happen," Anna asserted. Harry's wolf stared at her as he changed into his human form. The chaos in his mind overwhelmed him with its mess. Then Anna collapsed.

It was her first word since we arrived. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Elias turned, but he was too far. Grace didn't hesitate. She threw herself into the line of fire, not thinking twice, not thinking about Winny. The only thing registered in her mind was her instinct to jump into the fire to protect the one she loved. The thwack of the bolt hitting her chest was the loudest sound I had ever heard. "GRACE!" Elias’s scream wasn't human. It was the loudest screech I have ever heard. It was the sound of a world ending. He caught her before she hit the dirt, his knees slamming into the mud.

All he had to do was look down and there she was, tucking loose strands of hair behind her ear as she concentrated on her report. As Sam caught her up on the day’s weather report, Hannah bent over the table with her Osborne Fire Finder, the delicious curve of her ass driving Cole crazy. He had to look away from the shorts pulled taut over her rounded cheeks. Otherwise, he’d find himself running his tongue along that crease. Kissing her higher. Longer. She stretched farther, arms reaching over the topographic map of the forest he’d learned by heart from summers spent hiking every inch. Carefully, she rotated the metal ring with a sighting device that she positioned over the map, determining t

Hannah screamed banging loud at the window. "It's seems like no one can hear us." Mary said. "Mary we have to leave, we can't die here, I don't want to die." Hannah cried. "It's okay, calm down, let's think of a way, the back door." Mary said and grabbed Hannah's hand and they started running to the back door but it was locked. "Damn! Please open! Please!" Hannah screamed. The fire started eating the interior of the house and the smoke making their eyes teary.

I thought I had completely moved on from Shirley. That nothing from my past back then remained, not even a tiny scar. Until one snowy evening, 15 years later. Snowflakes drifted down like a thick blanket, trying to cover the whole world. I was cozy in my work car, the heater keeping the chill at bay. My daughter's favorite nursery rhyme was playing on the radio. I was heading to pick up Jennifer from her job and was planning to grab her most-loved pancakes on the way. As I drove, I came upon an underpass.

The fire crackled low, casting golden shadows across the faces gathered around it. This wasn’t the same bonfire where I’d seen Teddy. That one still lived in the pit of my stomach like a coal. This one, though? It felt safer. Softer. Like a place I could sit down and not unravel. Luke and I were perched on a couple of folding camp chairs, red solo cups in hand. Someone had connected a speaker, and Morgan Wallen’s voice drifted through the trees like a worn-out prayer.

Therefore, he simply made a choice that a normal person would make. This was not selfish, right? … In the forest where the wildfire was spreading, the wind direction was always changing. Hank suddenly woke up after he noticed a heat wave. Hank fell asleep in the corner of the wooden house after he carried Jonas back in the afternoon. He was naturally a heavy sleeper and could not even be woken up by thunder. In addition, due to the rain and cold, Hank slept really deeply and did not know what was happening in the outside world. When he opened his eyes and saw a sea of fire around him, his face turned pale with fear. He scrambled to get up and stumbled out of the wooden house.