Aphmau Blaze Novels & Stories

Blaze sat in his room in confusion, anger, and hatred. He picked up his cell phone and dialed a number. “Hello?”, the person picked up. “I’m coming with you.”, Blaze said. “We leave the following day.”, Alex said. “Understood.” “Blaze. Is everything okay?”, Alex asked with his voice laced with concern. “Yeah, I just realized that pixies and vampires never mix well.”, Blaze huffed out. .

"I still love you! I never stopped! I’ll burn these chains until they’re nothing but ash!" "No, Blaze! Stop!" Rhea cried out, her translucent form flickering. "Every time you use your power here, you’re feeding him! The King is using your anger to stabilize the rifts in the Wastes! You’re helping the reset!" Blaze froze, his flames dying down to a flicker. He looked around the vast, empty archive, realizing the trap. He was the first piece of the world to be "harvested," and his very presence here was being used to fuel the destruction of everything he loved.

She goes on carefully, asking, “Are we going to talk about it?” “About what?” Blaze asks, voice strained as he forces his eyes straight, watching the road closely and avoiding his wife’s watchful eye, unwilling to let her spot the fire lit behind his. “Maybe about why you’ve been glaring at me since Amara’s meltdown?” Liviana says, giving the man a questioning look as she asks why that was. Blaze takes a breath, knuckles turning white as they tighten around the wheel. “Let’s not have this discussion right now.” He decides, doing his best to keep the fire from spreading, though Liviana doesn’t seem to understand.

But now, each of them shone with a unique light, a distinct essence that called to her in different ways. Blaze's aura was a fiery embrace, like the intense heat of a summer sun or the exhilarating rush of a roaring fire. It radiated strength and passion, enveloping her in a sense of protection and ardor. There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty.

Rhae begged for the white flame that the gods blessed her with, but that power had faded, now out of grasp. The blue flames would have to do. With her practice, she was able to summon the fire quickly and send out a blast toward the monster in front of her. It bounced straight off and extinguished in the air. She had to keep moving when she found a second to focus on one, another attached to her. Ambrose was no help. "This isn't working," she yelled. Ambrose grumbled in agreement. "Let's get on the ground and attack from there, maybe we can trip them."

As the words rang through the air, Ambrose exploded into the air as he raised his arms. "To hell with all of you! Blazefire Omnipotent!" The words fell from Ambrose's lips coldly as the temperature around him rose, followed by a bright flame forming and rolling off in the direction of the sand pirates. The Blazefire Omnipotent was a move that Ambrose had learned from the Incandescent Sect. Ambrose once had Matteo Hanson of the Incandescent Sect as a master, and he remembered all that he had learned even after the downfall and disappearance of both.

she added as she approached them. Everyone stopped talking and turned to her. "This is a pack, not a battlefield," Alma continued. "Blaze didn’t care about the presence of women and children. He seemed to have become a killing machine. I admit that the rogues made a mistake, but that doesn't justify killing them so brutally. Blaze has the option of imprisoning them. But he killed like a monster. This isn't the real him. I believe he has evolved into a ruthless beast, capable of killing anyone when enraged."

Pha turned to face Blaze as he tried to negotiate. Blaze sincerely smiled at Paul but his intent yet calm expression did not change which made Paul gulped in anxiousness. "Too late..." Blaze said again while intently staring at Paul's worried eyes. "Blaze please..." Paul tried to plead again. "Big trouble Blaze..." Kit earnestly and worriedly whispered. Blaze stared at Kit for a moment before he turned to stare at Paul again with his now expressionless face. "I am Blaze Arden Vaughn..." Blaze calmly said with his dismissing tone before he turned to watch the field wearing his sunglasses.

She had been part of the project that had unleashed this hell on the world. "This can't be real." I whispered, my voice shaking. "She wouldn’t have—" “Maya,” Daniel interrupted, his voice tight. “There’s more.” I looked up, and he handed me another file. This one was thicker, the pages dog-eared and stained with something I didn’t want to think about. I opened it, and the first thing I saw was a map—our region, marked with red X's. Target zones. “I think this is where The Burning started.” Daniel said, pointing to the map. “These are the areas that were hit the hardest.”

She began explaining the problem that had stumped her for more than a decade “The effects from Blaze aspect of the poison can only nullified by frost potion, and frost by blaze.” She continued looking at the anxious faces around her “That’s the ingenuity… and the cruelty… of it. If we use frost to counter blaze, the concentration of frost element in the body increases to a dangerous level. The same happens in reverse.” “What does the blaze effect actually do?” Jack asked, absently stroking the curious cat who was nudging him anxiously. He knew his wife had stumbled upon something and yet couldn’t articulate her thoughts. “Blaze…. It burns all the internal organs,” Zelda replied calmly. “Slow