Ablaze Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

“Okay, then… I want Lobster Thermidor.” Blaze’s face went blank, his eyes widening. “You… you want what?”

“Sometime when you four girls are home and under the watchful eyes of our parents. That way, I won’t have to worry about you dragging my wife and I into trouble.” “I’m not dragging anyone into trouble,” Leo scoffed. “Especially not Livi. I wouldn’t do that to her, and you know it. So, why don’t you just do us all a favor and admit why you’re really here?” Blaze smiles. A tight-lipped look of denial as he hums. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Bullshit, Blaze,” she shakes her head. “Cut the shit already!” “I have no idea what you’re talking about, Leo-“

Blaze understood the predicament he was in—he was utterly trapped. Arabella's heart raced as she stood before the older woman, her mind filled with uncertainty about what would unfold next. "Blaze," she muttered, turning to gaze at him. Her brows furrowed as she saw him at the entrance, pounding frantically on the barrier that enclosed him. Each desperate strike seemed to worsen the situation, only causing the barrier to thicken. "What in the hell is happening here?" Arabella demanded, glaring at Orga. "You are in the presence of the Phoenix seer, and Blaze... well, Wolf Boy had no business being here," Orga explained dismissively. "I made that clear earlier."

She wasn't frightened, but she knew. "While it's for that," Blaze growled, his voice rough and low. He knelt on the earth in front of her, big hands expertly building a fire out of a little pile of tinder. His aroma, a mixture of smoke and pine, filled the air. "A fire warms cold wood." "Is that the way you see me, Blaze?" she stated, gazing at the little flames just beginning to flicker into existence. "A fire? A warmth-giver?"

Stained faintly with blood. Elara stumbled back, her candle falling from her grip. It sputtered against the stone. She gagged on the stench rising from the seal, sulfur and charred bone. “Gods—” Patricia gagged too, clutching her sleeve over her mouth. “That smell—” But Gloria stood rooted, her head tilted like a devotee at an altar. Her face glowed with reverence as she tilted her face toward the blooming dark. “Vaulisk,” she breathed.

The glass flew across the room, narrowly missing Zachary Reid's head and shattering against the wall in an explosion of crystal shards. For a second, the room stood still, frozen in shock at the violent outburst. Zachary barely blinked, remaining stoic as he felt the stray pieces brush against his cheek. " What the hell do you mean she hasn't come home?" Tris roared, his voice filled with venom. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched, and his fists were balled so tightly his knuckles had turned bone white.

I had no other choice, I had hoped that it wouldn’t come to this. The wolves couldn’t enter the circle and they were hurting themselves trying to get in. I focused all my strength, all my power into one final spell. “Brenna bikkja.” I screamed with everything in me as the blue flames erupted from my hands and enveloped me with such a fury that Sabine started burning both on the inside and the outside. She screamed with such ferocity that the two other witches stepped out of the circle as they tried to get away from the flames.

I could not stand idly by as more of my life was destroyed. The flames had fervor of their own, eventually crawling and raking along the dry autumn ground to the foundation of my home. They snaked up the side, charring the wood in their wake. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning memories wafting in the wind. Alpha Rhodes did not hesitate, barking to the volunteers to put out the flames assaultin my home.

His other hand wrapped around the hilt of his burning sword, and he raised it. ‘No! I can’t die! I CAN’T DIE!’ A large blast exploded from Layla a second before the sword could descend, shaking the entire room. Blaze was sent back by the explosion but landed on his feet. His eyes narrowed at her, and he gritted his teeth. “What’s going on? I thought you said she wouldn’t be able to access her powers in this room.” Demeter snapped at Boris. “I thought she wouldn’t.” He scowled and pressed the remote.

She looks up, her eyebrows furrowing into a puzzled expression as she mumbles the name that comes to her lips, "Blaze -" As her vision sharpens, she takes in the features of the person who has come to her aid. The pieces of the puzzle start to align, connecting Blaze to the enigma she encountered earlier. Confusion and curiosity mingle within her, as she wonders about his role in this mysterious chain of events.