Aphmau Blaze Novels & Stories

His guard said. "Moon goddess, I know that we are all definitely gonna die, even if we survive, the people have died already so no use of us living, before I die I want to make this prayer to you, make life useless for Alexis, destroy their life, curse them, and make them regret ever living." He prayed and almost immediately, the building collapsed, they tried to run away but it was too late, it falls on them and that's the end of Windham pack, Alpha Blaze and his people.

Damen’s daughter’s husband said. Zahir looked behind him, finding himself surrounded by knights. Amor Blaze. I didn’t like that man. He matched Damen’s strength. Although Damen clearly held back when he was fighting against him. I tried to control him wholly, but even after dying, I could completely control Damen. But it wasn’t Amor’s strength that made me dislike him — it was his soul print — Amor Blaze’s soul print was brighter than normal souls. Much brighter, as if he was carved out of pure light with no mix of darkness at all. Such souls had no place in my dark utopia.

I answered. Amara stepped forward, unshaken. “I didn’t call you to destroy the world.” The world burned me first. Now I return the favor. The sky darkened further as the creature descended. The earth beneath us cracked. The city began to fall apart. Wolves tried to flee, but the flames moved faster. It wasn’t just fire. It was memory, hate, pain. It consumed the very essence of whatever it touched. I grabbed Amara’s arm. “We have to move.”

Poison's Mark The victory celebration was in full swing when Blaze collapsed. One moment he was holding Luna, watching her create tiny auroras of joy, the next he was on his knees, black lines of dark magic spreading from a wound no one had noticed in the heat of battle. "Blaze!" Maya caught him as he fell, their daughter crying out in distress. Through their mate bond, she felt his pain – sharp, wrong, tainted with centuries of stolen magic. "Kane's last gift," Blaze managed through gritted teeth. "Should have known... he wouldn't go quietly."

Damascus let out a flame as far as he could in a attempt to reach them before they were able to increase their distance. He was pissed to see their tails still hightailing it out of the forest after the flames had dissipated. Cain looked to Damascus, "Get her out of here," Damascus easily flipped the SUV back over so it sat rightfully on it's blown tires. Amara pushed herself from the SUV and reached for Damascus. She clung to him as her life depended on it. Damascus helped her to swing herself so that she was sitting on his back to get her from the sight of the crash.

“Then we do this together.” Celeste nodded. “The first fire will be named. The justification dismantled. And the pattern broken.” Outside, the city lights flickered on as evening settled. The world continued, unaware of the history written into ash beneath its feet. Evelyn looked once more at the folder on the table. Fires. Names. Lies framed as necessity. The first fire had been lit in fear. This time, the truth would burn instead. And it would not stop until the pattern was gone.

The Corrompido soldiers moved with chilling efficiency, their armoured boots crunching on the cold ground as they fanned out across the village square. Torches scraped against stone walls, catching easily on dried thatch roofs and neglected straw piles. Orange flames quickly spread across the deserted structure, painting the twilight sky with thick columns of black smoke that billowed upward like mourning spirits. From atop his horse, Luz watched the destruction unfold with detached observation. His hands rested on his thighs, gauntlets gleaming dully in the firefight’s new illumination. The crimson sigils on his armour pulsed brighter with each lick of flame consuming familiar landmarks– th

Pain exploded across my face. I stumbled back, shocked as my cheek burned. The reality finally hit me. This wasn’t just a scandal anymore. This was war.