Wildfire Hannah Grace Novels & Stories

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.

I knew that at that moment, he finally understood the pain I had felt years ago. An hour later, I received a satellite phone call from Grace. She was weak, her voice trembling as she said, "Nathaniel, I saw Hannah. She's still alive." I knew she was hypothermic and hallucinating. "I'm sorry," Grace said. "I shouldn't have been so focused on saving Kiara that I ignored our daughter. I was wrong. I also shouldn't have held onto my old feelings for Elias. I thought he loved me deeply, but when things got dangerous, he left me behind and ran. I was wrong about him.

"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."

The specific oh of someone who has understood something completely. "Yes," Sienna said. "And the crime lord." "His name is Dante." "I know his name," Maya said. "I've been reading the news. Are you happy, Sienna. Actually happy. Not fine, not managing, not moving toward the next thing. Actually happy." Sienna stood on the corner of Meridian with the coffee under her arm and the cold December air and the blue sky and the city that had become, without her planning it, the place she was from.

Hannah was tall with long strawberry-blonde hair, a sharp nose, and hazel eyes. Cadence noted that she was pretty, though not in a traditional way, and that she had a warm smile. "Cadence," she said, standing and approaching the girls as they boarded the plane. "I'm Hannah. It's very nice to meet you." Rather than offering her hand, she actually embraced the Hunter, using her gift to ascertain that Cadence had heard of the passing of her friend. "I'm so very sorry for your loss," she added quietly.

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.

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

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.

We still remember that girl Bruno met inside the plane during his flight back to Texas? Her name was Silvia. In addition to her beauty and other things that were physically intact in her, he had that charisma that most people would long to see in ladies but seemed just few of them had it, Silvia was one of them. Since that day they arrived in texas, Bruno haven't met with her again or even called her to know how she was faring. Silvia on her own side still maintained her own esteem and decided to wait for the call anytime it was coming even if it had to take till eternity to come.