Blaze Novels & Stories

Beyond that were vertical blinds with a sliding glass door behind them leading out to the small, concrete patio. To the left was a small dining room with a circular table with two chairs. Behind that was a cozy, white and wood kitchen. I walked over to the table as my eyes studied the vase of red roses upon it. My fingers traced over the flowers before picking up the piece of paper on the table. It was a handwritten note in Ace's messy handwriting. Stella- I’m sorry I blatantly failed you again. I have more remorse than I could ever write you about, baby. I know I hurt you, and the fact you were almost seriously injured killed me inside. I’m begging for your forgiveness.

Blaze snorted, actually having the audacity to sound exasperated, as though I were the one overreacting. Without a single care in the world, Blaze closed the distance between us. I stumbled back, trying to put distance between us where there was none. Within two steps I hit the fence that blocked off the dumpsters, the fresh planks of wood biting into my sheer blouse. “Hm, cute outfit.” Blaze mused, his eyes carving a slow path down my chest where they lingered for several seconds. Resisting the urge to tear my skin off and burn it, I stared into his eyes and fought to control the wildfire of fear

"Because you're worth nothing!" Aazim, already full of rage lifted the sword high above his head, he held the gaze of Omar for a little longer before bringing the blade down on him.

Blaze added while staring at the three people across from him, subtly telling them that he doesn't want to engage in any conversation anymore. If Blaze is indeed sincere and apologetic or just being sarcastic, no one could tell with the way he looked. Blaze simply looked calm and casual...unless you will look closer into his seeming calm eyes...it's too calm...almost cold and freezing. ****❄️😨❄️****

She lifted her arm and extended it, palm outward. Focusing her aim in a way that now came naturally to her, she fired a tight, two-inch wide yellow beam at the nearest carcass, striking the joint of one of the arms just below the giant pincer. Her beam cut easily through the cartilaginous material, and the pincer dropped to the ground. “Very cool,” Lights said approvingly. “Kind of like a laser—tight and concentrated. Blaze’s Power is more like a flamethrower—an extremely hot flamethrower.”

he uses his other hand to flimsily gesture in my direction, peeking from the gaps in between his fingers. Bell immediately shields her own eyes when spotting me, "I'm blind!" She shakes her head, refusing to look at me. "Max, what did you do to Benley?! Bring his nose back!" "Zie nose zis zasgusting!" Ramos yells and pulls a face too before suddenly fainting. I'm officially done for today.

Blaze became restless after Dario left. He grew worried about his brother. At the same time, he got increasingly furious. The war had been going on for two weeks. However, he had yet to seize control of the council. The death toll went up day by day. The conspiracy of the council also thickened as the war progressed. Blaze became impatient. He wanted to end the war as soon as possible. He couldn’t wait to kill Virgil. As his anger intensified, his wolf became more ferocious. It growled in his head, ready to take control.

Jessica said with increasing worry. “What did he do, Bryan?” Malachi asked him. “Blue fire,” Bryan said and looked down again as Jessica gasped. “What is blue fire?” Malachi asked as he looked over at Adara. She was lying next to me, whispering to me, crying as she did so. “It’s the strongest and darkest kind of death magic to use,” Jessica said with big eyes. She seemed suddenly afraid and that made Malachi worry even more. None of them, except Bryan, realized that I’d already suffered the consequences of killing with magic.

Humiliation burned my cheeks, but fear kept me silent. Blaze moved back to the table, selecting a pair of pliers this time, inspecting them like he was choosing a weapon for war. I clenched my fists. “You’re not going to hurt me.” I tried to put on a brave face but my voice was trembling. Blaze arched a brow. “Oh?” I forced myself to nod. “You’re not a killer.” Blaze hummed, dragging the chair back in front of me and sitting down again. “That’s where you’re wrong, Summer.” He smirked, leaning closer. “I just don’t kill people the way you expect.”