Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

A pathetic weapon against a sentient forest. I flicked it. The flame sparked to life. I touched it to the nearest vine, a thick tendril creeping over a root. Nothing. The flame licked at the waxy surface but wouldn’t catch. It was like trying to light wet rubber. I cursed, shoving the lighter back. My mind raced through my meager inventory. The candle. The weird white candle from the ferry ticket-taker. A low-grade Artifact with a ‘purifying’ tag I didn’t fully understand.

Keagan asked rhetorically, his tone tinged with sarcasm. "No way, bro! I'm genuinely looking out for you. Trust me, most of those other brands are just cheap imitations, loaded with chemicals you definitely don't want in your body," Blitz explained, raising his fist and waiting for Keagan to reciprocate with a fist bump. Keagan reluctantly obliged, but his initial impression of Blitz didn't sit well with him. It felt like Blitz put on a show for others, attempting to conceal his obnoxious nature, but failing to do so effectively.

"Southbright Blaze is ranked nineteenth on the spiritual flame list. It flourishes where there is heptagold energy, and its unique attribute allows it to consume all things without suffering any side effects. Some practitioners have harnessed it for their combat techniques and divine techiques." The plethora of spiritual flames revealed in the pages expanded Severin's knowledge. He did not know that there were so many types of spiritual flames in the Bleurealm, each of which were about as valuable as a handful of spiritual treasures. Even flames like the Vermillion Birdfire and Phoenix Flame were entities considered to be stronger than that of celestial soldiers. The fires that were listed d

I put my faith in John Thomas. I put my faith in the Captain of the Blaze. And I climbed onboard. Ready to go to Haven Island. The Blaze was a massive ship. The wood was polished darkly but had been worn in some places, to a lighter color, by the sun. Making it seem even more striking. The words along the front were done in emblazoned orange lettering with flecks of blue emerging as though it were afire. The figure head was a flame.

He has no desire to invite anyone into his room; the solitude he seeks is paramount. Dismissing the persistent knocks, Blaze remains resolute in his decision to retreat within himself. His emotional state leaves him unwilling to engage in conversation or interact with others at this moment. Tonight, it is only him and his thoughts, seeking solace in the silence. In a deliberate act of detachment, Blaze extinguishes the lights within his room, creating an atmosphere of darkness and seclusion. The absence of light mirrors the inner turmoil that engulfs him, as he seeks a momentary refuge from the outside world.

"There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again." Lucas stared at me in stunned silence. Pain and regret welled in his eyes as a faint glint of tears formed in the corners. But in the end, he said nothing. I quietly closed the box. Then, I turned and walked away. … After returning to our home country, Lucas was convicted of intentional assault and sentenced. All the stars he had once named were revoked from official records, except one. It was the star he named "LAW" the year he proposed.

And he’s bringing the knife. I need a distraction. I need chaos. I scan the room. Books. Paperweights. A humidor. My eyes land on the desk. Sitting next to a crystal ashtray is a silver Zippo lighter. Kyros must have left it. A careless mistake from a man who thinks he’s untouchable. I grab it. The metal is cool, heavy. I flick the lid. Clink. I strike the flint. A yellow flame dances into life. "Fire," I whisper.

"What... what are you doing?" Sebastian reached into his trousers and pulled out a silver lighter. He flicked it open. A small, bright flame sparked to life, casting dancing shadows over his sharp features. "Are you crazy?" she gasped, panic flooding her chest. "Stop!" He didn't blink. He just dropped the lit lighter straight onto the soaked fabric. The whiskey caught instantly. A burst of orange fire erupted, crackling loudly as it began to devour thousands of dollars worth of silk right in the middle of his bedroom.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

I remembered, coming back to reality, " You..you shouldn't take such a risk, Blaze. My guards will tell Torvar if they see you here with me. Please..go now.." Blaze seemed reluctant to leave me. The affection in his eyes purred my wolf subconsciously. We both had been yearning for this warmth for a long time. Blaze took out something from his pocket. Shiny papers sparkled in his hands as he passed it to me to tell softly, " Your favorite candies! I brought them for you in case I get the chance to give it to you."