Wildfire Lyrics Novels & Stories

And now I can literally do that! I laugh loudly at the irony of it all. She and I did always use the literal word “burn” subconsciously. Well, mainly she did. ‘And I told you I wasn’t a mouse!’. ‘Hahaha I have to give it to you – you were definitely not bluffing’. Soaring through the sky, I feel so free. It’s like nothing I have ever felt before. It makes me laugh every time we try to speak to Maxim. When we are in this form, we can’t speak. Which I constantly seem to forget. So, every time he says something, I always end up screeching back at him.

Aaliyah whispered as we all just sat on the ground, waiting. **** DELE I pulled over my car away from the pub and the restricted area barred by yellow tapes that marked the deadliest of scenes. Abandoning the car key in the ignition, i jumped out, my feet dropping to the heated grounds. The wildfire blazed in my eyes as they fought back with water through different hoses and that was when i halted, turning to one of them. The firefighters. "You can't be here. Sir, please step away-" His arm dodged me from going any further as the approaching sirens of the trucks that drew closer overshadowed his voice.

The flame caught instantly, red licking up the words. Not in fear. Not in erasure. In freedom. And with each slow step away from the burning velvet chamber, Lydia whispered her own vow under her breath: “This isn’t survival anymore.”

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

“While millions of stars dance above my head, And war cries echo deep in my chest, If you became a single tear on my cheek, I’d turn into a shooting star, Silencing guns and bringing hope to tomorrow. ‘Don’t go,’ pleads the soldier in my wounded heart. Stay with me this time. Don’t let me die, beautiful one— Come to my heart at dawn…” As I whispered my poem, stroking Amber’s hair, I prayed she’d understand just how lost I’d be without her. That she’d feel it in her bones. “The sparks in my chest are turning to wildfire. Before I burn to ash and vanish into nothing, take my hand and put out the flames, my love. Don’t go. Please don’t leave me. If you walk away now, it’ll destroy me.”

“Tonight isn’t just about opening a casino. It’s about starting something that means a lot to me. Wildfire wasn’t just built to be a place of luxury and luck; it was built out of inspiration.” A few heads tilted, curious. I smiled faintly. “Inspiration that came from someone who taught me that fire doesn’t always destroy; sometimes, it lights the way. She reminded me that passion and persistence can turn chaos into something beautiful. And without that spark… this place wouldn’t exist.” The room went quiet for a heartbeat, and I saw her. My Wildfire. Eyes glassy, lips parting into the smallest, softest smile. Then, with a playful glint in her eyes, she threw me a kiss.

Seraphina Fire. That was the only word for what consumed me. It was not the gentle warmth of a candle or hearth, but the raging inferno of a wildfire, burning through every cell in my body with merciless intensity. Dimitri's teeth were locked in my throat, mine in his, and I could feel our blood mingling, our wolves crashing together like thunder. The poison screamed as it died. I could actually feel it. The wolfsbane that had been killing me, eating away at my organs and shutting down my body, suddenly being attacked from two fronts.

Don’t have time for it or interest in anything else – anything but the firestorm dancing before me. The whirlwind of flames turns, pulsing in time with my heart. My blood sings as the vortex climbs towards the sky, dancing higher, eager and burning and full of grace. It’s a wild, passionate thing – a song, a dance, an eager she-wolf racing through a forest, along a cliff, desperate to be alive and free and to stretch her legs. It’s us, my wolf whispers, howlingly pleased and as full of joy as me. Us in our purest form, elemental.

About everything he'd taken and everything he'd failed to destroy. *I burned in their spotlight* *Drowned in their fame* *Lost myself completely* *Forgot my own name* *But fire finds oxygen* *Even in the dark* *And I'm still burning, baby* *I'm still that spark* The bridge was softer. About Kai and Elena. About choosing love over destruction. *He gave me kindling when I was just smoke* *She gave me purpose when I was just broke* *Together we're building* *A fire that's true*

They all look like very powerful and strong women. The heat in the room increased by the unmitigated amount of flames fueled by the candles they carry. They all started chanting words in a tongue unknown to me, throwing herbs at the blazes of their torches. The wildfire created by this action roars and expands as they repeat the words. Candle wax drips on my body, I scream in pain. Gritting my teeth, clenching my jaw. Closing my eyes again, feeling anger; rather; fury; revenge; pain flow through my veins.