Wildfire Hannah Grace Novels & Stories

“Yes?” There was silence on the other end. I frowned slightly. “Um… if you’re not going to say anything, I’m hanging up.” I was just about to end the call when a small, soft voice finally came through, trembling slightly. “G-Grace… it’s me.” My confusion deepened. “Who…?” “It’s me,” the girl said again, her voice weak. “Hannah. I’ve been eating like you said… but you promised you’d come back. When are you going to come back? I—I want to see the bunny man again.”

SILAS It took Jade eight hours to reach my cabin up in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula—eight hours of watching Riley grow paler, his face twisted in pain, each second feeling like it was my fault. She slammed her car door shut, a gym bag slung over her shoulder as she marched to the front porch. I met her halfway, breathing in the cold September air to steady myself.

I was no closer to knowing what was going on and I was still reluctant to make too big a deal about it. As we were finishing off the pizza and moving to our second movie, I looked at the clock and saw it was getting close to 10 pm. I wondered what Drake was doing right now, as I moved forward to put another movie in. Just as I was about to sit down, I received the unwanted warning through the mind-link. Rogues were attaching our south border; looking at Lily I quickly move toward the door, her close on my heels. As we run through the halls, I tried to get her to stay where she was, but she refused, “Katie I’m a trained warrior like you, I’m a Beta female, I fight with my Alpha,” she surp

The flames grew bigger, louder than their wails. Ambrose kneeled on the cement. The sound of their searing flesh was music to my ears. Screams of torment echoed inside the dungeon. Daniel screamed endlessly, his body pushed on the wall. Gideon and Sage went crazy trying to put the flames out. Gideon rolled over the dirty water but it was of no use. My fire is strong and it can’t be put out by water as long as I control it, it will spread like wildfire through every pores in your skin and it will be painful enough to not let you breathe.

As I was about to open my mouth again, I was interrupted by the voices that had grown more terrifying. “Run!” They cried. “RUN!” In a heartbeat, the cold air was replaced by a sudden wave of searing heat, prompting me to spin around and face the horrifying sight before me. The manor, where thousands of Farsuleias had left a mark on the history of our lineage, was now consumed by a raging inferno, its flames eagerly dancing upon the foundations. My breath caught in my chest as I watched the fire's voracious hunger devour everything in its path.

Comment after comment poured in, each one twisting the knife deeper. ‘She’s brilliant.’ ‘Finally, someone worth admiring.’ ‘Hannah Blacken is the future.’ My lip split beneath the pressure of my teeth. A metallic tang of blood filled my mouth. The fire. I thought of the fire I had orchestrated, the blaze that was supposed to wipe her out completely. I had been so sure she would crumble. Yet somehow she had walked out untouched. Worse—she had turned the ashes into her victory, making herself look stronger, smarter, more unstoppable.

The fire gave her great speed, and Kira, her wolf, looked like she was riding the same wind. Maximo felt proud of his beloved; he knew that being her soul mate and his mate meant that she was something special. This would lead to significant challenges for her, but seeing her in all her splendor, was something he never thought would happen. —What is my time? — Hannia said through the mental link as she continued running. —Less than 60 minutes, sister,— said Xander proudly. The torches to illuminate the way to the finish line were lit, night had already fallen, everyone could see the path of the silver wolf in blue flames; everyone was shocked by the beauty and remarkable feat that Hannia had