Wildfire Spicy Chapters Novels & Stories

and meant it, and the day behaved itself. Later back at the packhouse, a stray breeze brought Angel’s perfume down the hall like a weaponized hymn. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t make a speech in my head about being the bigger person. I put a lemon bar in a napkin, sent a text to Remy that said what do you want with ramen tonight?, and let the bond warm me from the inside out until whatever her scent thought it could do fizzled like a damp match. Maybe this is what wildfire is supposed to be—what nature uses to make room for new growth. Not want that eats the house; heat that clears the underbrush and lets light touch dirt again.

Knowing my father had backup, I leaped into the fray, trying to find my mate in the mayhem. An invisible thread guided me past duels on either side. I yanked a Red Fang wolf off of Zane, allowing him to dig his sword into the wolf before I veered toward the sidelines. Fire was everywhere, and it felt as if its only purpose was to burn. Both sides started to stop fighting to escape the fire, which blazed hotter and hotter as time passed. This wasn’t a controlled hit; it was a wildfire with its only intent to destroy and conquer.

I woke groaning in pain, like I was being burned alive. I opened my eyes and stared around me in disorientation, trying to figure out why I felt like I was catching on fire when there was apparently no fire around me! Maddox realized what was happening faster than I did as he growled angrily “She’s hurting herself again!” I remembered then how I felt exactly the same feeling the last time when she was burning her palm on purpose by touching the silver bars. “Fuck!” I cursed angrily as I snatched my phone from under the pillow and opened the feed to see what the hell she was doing this time.

Gold would do to this, Gold wouldn't do that, Gold doesn't like this, Gold likes that. They kill a part of him even before he has the chance to try it. "But just like a phoenix, I am reborn again..." He rises from the ashes. The exact same thing people burn is where he'll come back. This time, stronger and better. This time, he rejects to care about what they think will suit him. This is his life. Another symbolism of fire is judgment. "I love my fans, I really do." He didn't prepare a speech. He's just speaking things that enter his mind. It doesn't have an order.

And for the first time, I realized something far more dangerous than Xander’s obsession or Nyla’s schemes. Mia wasn’t a flame to be tamed. She was wildfire. And gods help me, I was already burning in her.

Chapter 154: Family Justice XENOIS The flames caught instantly, racing across Sophia's gasoline-soaked body with a whoosh that made me instinctively step backward. Her screams reached a pitch I didn't know human voices could achieve, a sound of pure agony that echoed through the forest and sent birds fleeing from nearby trees. I stood frozen, unable to look away as Sophia rolled on the ground in a desperate attempt to extinguish the flames that were consuming her. The smell of burning flesh mixed with the gasoline fumes, creating a nauseating cocktail that made my stomach heave.

That leads to the desertification of some areas and seclusion of areas. The Paragons were very much closer and lovable. Just the way people loved and preferred summer to winter, In that same manner, people loved them and admired them. Some things happened and some things led to another. If you remembered, I narrated earlier that the Paragons had or were having unidentifiable connections with one another. Ekaris knew of the relationship between Bruno and Michelle and likewise, Clinton knew of that between Ekaris and Ella. Look at what happened…….

I scream into the air. "Jessa!" Brixtius's voice is next to me. "Who are you talking to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," I tell him. "Let's go!" Brixtius shouts while pulling me down the street. In the same direction as the crowd. We run for a few minutes, the ash making it hard to breathe. Such deadly snow! The next rumble, I realize it is the end. The pyroclastic cloud that kills all the citizens of Pompeii is coming.

Chapter 1 Bella’s POV “Help! Somebody please!” I screamed until my throat burned, coughing hard as thick black smoke clawed its way down my lungs. The heat pressed in from every side, at my skin through the tank top and shorts I’d thrown on when the alarms first blared. Flames covered the walls of my shitty apartment. I dropped to the floor, crawling toward the door on my hands and knees, but the hallway outside was already a wall of fire.

“Touch her and I’ll rip your spine out.” Brayden stepped in front of me, his demonic aura wrapping around me like cool, protective smoke, soothing the burning in my veins. Dilan growled low, positioning himself at my other side, his large hand gently steadying my shoulder. The moment all three of them surrounded me, a new sensation hit me, a sickening burning pain in my gums as my fangs suddenly throbbed violently for the first time. I whimpered, pressing a hand to my mouth, not understanding what was happening.