Novel & Cerita Wildfire Hannah Grace

The part of me that grew in darkness every time I used my fire. If I hadn't seen first hand, what losing an Alpha could do to a pack, maybe I'd be considering ending Grayson where he stood. I'd kill him and then what? I'd have to kill many more to escape the pack. Those people had families waiting for them and I wouldn't be of much use before the migraines from using the fire hit. Caleb didn't look like he'd be able to fight off anyone and hold on to my unconscious body at the same time.

A large cloud of smoke surrounded the source where Hannah was standing, and when the smoke disappeared, they saw a blue water surrounding the place where she was standing. The CanFes’ were amazed at what they saw, she able to defend herself from the fire, she created an ice shield. Then it suddenly rains hard. The earth is now fully flooded because of the rain that wetted them all. Hana is still thinking and hearing in her head all those crying voice, and makes her emotion drove her. Her eyes turn into all black and her appearance looks full of anger.

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!

Leaning against the stone slab, she hummed the lullaby Grace used to sing her when she was a little girl. Meanwhile, an old lady let out blood-curdling screams over and over above the basement. … An hour later, the fire was finally put out. The firefighters discovered Grace at the basement entrance. She was still stiffly blocking the holes in the stone slab. Timothy and Heather entered the house as well. The moment she saw Grace, she threw herself at the latter, yelling, "Madam Harper!" The flame consumed Grace and took her away from the rest of the world. Heather cried so much that she couldn't even sit upright. Then, she anxiously searched for Willow.

Xander took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth. He said, "Light it up, Gracie." His gaze was clear and piercing under the dim lights. Grace's heart skipped a beat. She took out a lighter and lit it up. The flame illuminated both their faces. Xander asked, "You didn't know how to smoke in Coronia. When did you learn it?" Grace replied, "Nobody was looking after me in Pamore. I just learned to smoke on my own." Grace lit his cigarette and tossed the lighter away.

Like if he let go, he'd fall into an abyss. Hannah was completely limp in his arms. Her head hung back, resting against his shoulder. Her face was grey with ash, making her look almost corpse-like. Strands of her beautiful hair were singed and burnt, plastered to her forehead with sweat and blood. Her clothes were blackened and torn, barely recognizable as clothing anymore. Smoke was still curling off both of them, rising into the night air as if the fire was still trying to claim them even now. For one brief moment, the entire world stood absolutely silent.

However, we are wild beings, with an insane hunger and need for freedom, it is imposible to cage us, we are the definition of wild, trying to supress our wolves has never ended well for us, It could be like a split personality, the wolf in us, it takes time to merge, it gets harder and painful if we try to supress it, and unlike myths, we do not need to kill to activate it, because contrary to popular belief, it is not a curse, but a gift, a blessing. "Hi," I hear, and turn my gaze to the person, I see a young woman. "Hello." I smile at her, her eyes widening. "Hi," She smiles, then chuckles with embarassment at her repetition, I just stare at her with renewed interest, waiting as she ges he

I said watching her standing infront of Candice. "So go and talk to her why watching her from far away." he shrugged. "It's not easy you know." I said frowning. As we were standing there Candice took out a cigarette and light it up and took a puff from it and passes it to Grace. Grace took it as she was also going to take a puff her eyes caught me staring at her. Oh no she saw me She clenched her jaw and threw the cigarette on the ground. Now there is no way of hiding. But if I will talk to her now Candice as always will interfere in between so I got a brilliant idea.

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.

King's POV I was having dinner when we started hearing the screeching of car tires. Zack had wanted to head out to check what was going on, afraid that we might be under attack again, but I advised him otherwise. "Just let it be. If they are really coming for me, let them. Even if they are a thousand, I swear on my sister's grave that I would waste them all." Every time I remember what Alysia went through in her last moments, I cannot help but feel anger mixed with sadness all at once.