Wildfire Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

I prayed, hoping the whole night was one sick dream. But from the heat on my skin, I knew it was no dream. While the heat didn’t harm me, it made me aware this was reality. I searched whimpering, hoping to find something as defense, but I was surrounded by only twigs, grass and dirt. Nothing came to my aid as whatever approached me slowly. I watched the flames crackling, sparking sharply as it burned the pieces of wood, any bit of life it can grab onto. I looked at the flames that still caressed my hands, then into the darkness, where it stood, stepping forward, “STAY BACK!” I yelled, reaching out with my hands, but it only caused the flames to soar higher, grow into a wildfire as it climbed

Start at Chapter 27 A dank, musty breeze whispered inside the dark cavern. The lit candles and crackling fire in the large, black marbled fireplace flickered like fireflies. With the smells of the place and the dim, depressing atmosphere, you’d think anyone would hate it here. But to Nicholas Clurife, it was home. In fact, he despised having to leave this temple-like structure which had been forged from an underground cavern. Every time he came back into the deathly environment though, his blood sang exuberantly. It was as close as he could come to being at his father’s temple in the Underworld.

I chant elder magic under my breath a second time to force the spider leader to stop her attack. "I call upon thunder, I call upon fire, It is the heat of the lava that I now require..." Fire swarms above the palm of my hand. And the spider horde catches on fire. The flames make them flee and my grandma's house bursts into flames. The house of my memories is nothing but a house of ash, smoke, and flames. I get onto Chief Wolfpaw's back and we jump from the roof of the attic to the outside below.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

"I whispered, my voice barely audible over my heart pounding. His touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine as I gave in to the overwhelming urge to let go and lose myself in the moment. The heat between us was palpable, intensifying with each passing second. I felt a sense of liberation as I allowed myself to be consumed by the passion that enveloped us. He did as I instructed. The heat started the chamber to fire, making me hold onto him even more tightly. I get thrills down my spine from the feeling of the flames against my flesh, which makes me crave more. The fire surrounding us is getting more intense, and so is the hurry with which he moves. The boundary between pleasure a

I grasped Flame’s hand in mine then followed Xaivier away from the crowd. Two men met us before we could reach them. Xaivier held a hand up before they could speak and led the way to the table where the boxes were piled. “Xaivier Zamira” the man with the shaved black hair I had met read from one of the many stapled pages before him “also known as Wildfire. Chekirim born.” “That’s me” he sighed back “can we just get this over with? You’ve been keeping us here long enough.”

“I’ll burn it all.” For a moment, Piper couldn’t breathe. The heat from the flames reached her face, but her skin felt cold. This couldn’t be happening. She shook her head in denial, muttering, “No, no, not now.” Her eyes darted frantically until they landed on a sturdy tree branch on the ground at a distance. She hurriedly grabbed it and rushed to the fire, trying desperately to drag half-burnt pages out of the flames. “No, no, we can’t give up now!” Her voice shook, her lips trembling. “We are close, Mum! We finally have a real lead!”

"In that case, I think the pizza can wait." End of Book One: Incendiary

"You can't go in there. Let the firemen do their job, Laila. Even after the fire's out, the smoke has to settle before-" "I can't wait, Caleb. I need to know. I need to find his body if he really is dead." I didn't wait for his reply before dashing into the building. The ground floor was already clear and I ran up the stairs stumbling to a halt when I saw the fire advancing towards me. 'Turn back, Allyson.' my wolf screamed. I didn't. 'Turn back now!!! We will die.' My magic sang as if it was looking at a meal. I put my left hand forward, watching the fire engulf my entire arm and I was screaming already, until I wasn't. The scream had been because it wasn't hurting.

The cabin echoed with our cries, the fire crackling, as they marked me with their mouths, leaving me spent but craving. Chapter Three – Unbridled Ecstasy The firelight danced across the cabin walls, the night deepening, but the passion between us burned brighter, a wildfire consuming all restraint. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my thighs, bite marks on my breasts, pussy and ass stretched from their relentless assault—yet the hunger raged. They loomed over me, the auburn one’s eyes glinting, the curvy one’s lips curved in a wicked smile.