Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

A half-empty pack of cigarettes fell into Mike’s hands. [Name: Cigarettes] [Type: Miscellaneous] [Rarity: Common] [Attribute: Has a small effect on fear and anxiety.] [Effect: None] [Able to bring out of dungeon: Yes] [Remark: In the face of true fear or panic, it’s better than nothing!] A second lighter was also there, in addition to the pack of cigarettes. The newly discovered lighter had the same design and details as the ones Mike had previously acquired.

I walked toward the door and, once outside, I took out a lighter, flicking it open to reveal a small, dancing flame. “And this... this is for Jazz.” I tossed the lighter inside, watching as the flames quickly ignited and spread.

A crescent and a blue lotus flower standing elegantly in a vertical posture with the flower bulb peeking above the top of the crescent. “It was a customized lighter made by some brilliant artist in the past decade and gave it to my father in honor of torching witches…” He started by explaining the history of the lighter, which in turn made my skin crawl after realizing why it was supposed to be significant. Because if I was being honest, even without an explanation, I could see the style in its artistry. The way the royal blue seemed to glow while being attached to a golden stalk, which was in turn attached to the golden crescent. It screamed loyalty so much, I didn’t think someone my status

When they were almost to the pack house, I used my Green Flames to control the earth to stop them. A Phoenix is born with a specific fire, The Red Flame is the most common The Orange Flame is for healing The Purple Flame is for turning back and accelerating time for a living being The Pink Flame is for telepathy, empathy, and telekinesis Finally, the Blue Flame, is the most lethal, it is as cold as ice but burns like fire. Each flame could burn, but not at the same intensity depending on which flame it is, each having its specific properties. I was born with what we call the Rainbow Flames, it is a Flame created from each of the Flames, I can use them individually or simultaneously. It was h

“What are you talking about?” Blaze gave me a pointed look, a hint of smugness creeping into his tone. “I had my team take care of it. Any trace of arson tied to you? Gone. As far as the authorities are concerned, that fire was an accident caused by faulty wiring.” I stared at him, stunned. “You… you really did that?” “Of course,” he said, his tone matter-of-fact, as if erasing a crime from my record was no big deal. “I wouldn’t want my child’s mother to have a criminal record. Not exactly a good look, is it?”

"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.

It was a shiny metallic brown colored lighter having sparkly gold borders and an engraved dark purple colored rose having metallic sheen. “That looks like a customized one” said Elena looking at Lucas, the guy who was expert in customized stuff. Lucas nodded in reply. “That is a customized one, beautiful. I especially use this to burn the people I kill” replied Theodore with a proud smirk. “Then do me a favor and burn these useless creatures with your very own customized lighter” said Evandor coldly, with an eyeroll. Percy started to drag the vampires on the ground at the corner to burn them together as ordered by his king.

In the gang, he was the only one Sandro trusted not to run his mouth about anything that happened in his room. But they weren't always as messy as this. He had been tempted to stride into the room and yanked the horsewhip from his hand but going against him was the last thing he wanted. Blaze's eyes narrowed as he stared at her pale face, which was scrunched up. He pulled out a cigarette from his pocket and a lighter. "No smoking here." Francis scowled. "I forgot," Blaze mumbled. He placed the cigarette back in the box and heaved a breath.

Blaze is looking at the front mirror, waiting to see my reaction from the mirror, which is none. Blaze picked a small cafe ten minutes driving from the campus, it's his favorite place to enjoy his coffee. He sits at his favorite spot and order his special drinks; Ice hazelnut coffee with more topping and cream, he wants a pack of macarons and a choco churros. My eyes bulging wide, "You'll eat everything?" Blaze shrugged his shoulder, giving me a positive answer. "Choose your drinks! The ice matcha is pretty good, want some?" Blaze offered me his second favorites.

But what can I say, I know a lot people like him when I was his age. “I’m drinking with my friends.” He replied and just as I thought, he was out here living his teenage life. He reached for his pocket and fished a black nondescript Zippo lighter. He flipped the base lid of the lighter and a bright orange and yellow varying hue of flame came out to life. He popped the mint from the center of the cigarette's butt first before eventually lighting it. "Your lighter is cool." I said looking at the lighter. "Thanks, I just stole it from my dad's collection.” He spat. He lit the stick and then subsequently puffed a smoke. “He has a lot of these. He won't even notice this one’s missing."