Blaze Exe Novels & Stories

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

It was hard to believe that this man, this perfect man, was standing here, cooking for me. I let out a soft sigh, my lips curving into a smile, my heart fluttering. I felt warm, light, happy. But then— I narrowed my eyes, my gaze sharpening. “You know… you never did tell me what you were talking about with your ex.” Blaze paused, his back stiffening, his shoulders tensing for a brief moment before he relaxed again, his posture resuming its casual ease. He didn’t turn around, his voice calm, casual. “Why?”

I questioned once more. The glass door opened and Blaze stepped inside completely naked with a grin on his face. He chuckled lowly. "Were you expecting someone else?" I shook my head and smiled. "No..." I was glad he was here, my body needed a release. A release that will get Ezekiel Salvatore out of my mind. Blaze slammed me into the wall behind me and started to pepper kiss all over my body. I closed my eyes once more, imagining Ezekiel's tongue working its magic over my body.

Phoenix replied in a cold, emotionless tone. She thought they were friends. Blaze smiled at Phoenix. “Hey, man.” Phoenix didn’t even crack a smile. Instead, he grabbed Atticus’s arm and pulled her closer to him. “Not so close, Vitale,” Phoenix said in a menacing voice. Blaze smirked. “Possessive, I see… So, what if I come closer?” “I’ll kill you.” Blaze snorted. “My man, between the two of us, I’m the one with the killer reputation.”

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.”

Blaze discarded his ripped vest, donned another, ran a hand through his hair, and walked back to the gate. "They're an hour away, and..." Blaze didn't wait for Annalise to finish. He sprinted towards the nearest car, a white Porsche Panamera. "I'll come with you!" Annalise yelled. "No, stay back. If Sandro comes looking for me, tell him where I went," Blaze instructed. He reversed the car before speeding out of the opened gate. Arriving quickly, thanks to exceeding speed limits and encountering no traffic, Blaze found a safe spot to park the car. He jumped out, turned off the ignition, and rushed toward the silent pack house. It felt deserted, and his narrowed eyes scanned the surroundings.

I was unhinged. Clarice called out our sparring partners, and I was delighted to be paired with a massive wolf named Wyatt. Wyatt had a reputation for being ruthless. He was built like a brick wall, tall and muscular, and his path to being a warrior was spelled out before him. He took training incredibly seriously, and what he lacked in speed he made up for in sheer strength and power. On any other day I would have paled to be matched with him, would have preemtively felt the bruises swell on my body. Today I was coursing with anger and ready for the fight.

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. .

he asked quietly. Her eyes finally met his. Yes, Daze take a good long look into those magnetic blue lasers, because it will be the last time you see them. “W-what?” “Here it is!” The blonde woman, Celia handed it to her and then stepped away. She stared at this man whom she had wronged so many times. I’m just not worth it. “I want you to take a deep breath, then answer a question for me,” he whispered to her.

"Don't be scared. I'll have someone take him away." I held his hand tightly as Colin's voice faded. Later, Lucien told me the story. It turned out Joyce racked up millions in debt abroad, and creditors came knocking. Colin cut ties with her, refusing to help. Bitter, Joyce set a fire while he slept. He was rescued but badly burned. Hearing about my wedding, he rushed to see me. He missed the treatment window, and his legs were ruined. I was shocked, thinking how hard this must be for Lauren.