Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

“Wolfsbane, aconite, and powderize silver. It’ll kill most, and if not, it’s going to put them down on their ass for a few hours.” Without pause, she returns the cap, placing it inside the bag. Grabbing what looks like a and old school lighter, she holds it up, “looks and acts like a lighter.” Charity explains, flicking the flint. Both of us watch as a flame sparks. Blowing it out, she continues explaining the compact device. “Stand back,” she instructs, moving me to the side, double pressing the button next to the flint. A pressurized steel staff pops from the device. “The force from the pressure is to fatally injure someone.”

Like always, it still struck me stupid. He slipped a fresh joint between his lips, guiding my hand up to light it with my new gadget. His silver eyes held mine as he puffed, the end of the paper glowing deep orange. He turned to blow the smoke away from me and toward the exhaust vents. "It's also a fancy lighter." Mads released my hands, the hissing blade vanishing as soon as I released the button. I analyzed the unsuspecting tool. "Thank you, Mads. You didn't have to make me anything. I'll be fine."

Let's go" She said and walked away briskly while they followed behind. Lance was working on some files when his phone rang. "Hello? Travis? Any news? "Yes sir. We found a custom made lighter at the store" "Custom made lighter? "Yes. It almost looks like a children's toy but it's a lighter. Whoever started the fire most likely used this. Also judging by the burns, the fire most likely started in front of the mistress's office but it spread everywhere on contact with the clothes and outfit" "So, it was intentional, just like I thought?

They haven’t had an affair for sometimes, even when she visited severally, they just had nice time, talk and shop together and she returns. The awaited night came, he already kept the house ready, tidied up everywhere for two reasons; he was traveling the next morning and her love was coming to spend the night. Enola didn’t come with the car, it was night already so, she took a cab because she was having minor eye defect. So, light reflection imposes great disturbance to her especially during the night hours. As Bruno sighted her from afar, his dick lost control and started to rice like a bowl of granulated cassava soaked in water. That night was cool and remarkable, the love was made, the s

When she saw that Heather was about to light the lighter, she immediately yelled in panic, “Don’t light it!” As soon as her words fell, Heather smiled slightly and pulled the trigger of the ignition with both hands. This special lighter for cigars was similar to a windproof lighter that gushed out blue flames. At this moment, everyone’s desperate pupils which were opened wide were full of the reflection of the blue flames. In the very next second, fire instantly burst out in the air!

“ Nothing beats a glass of whiskey in times like these you know “ Blaze joked half-heartedly , with a raised brow praying deep inside him for Liam to take the glass. He isn't going to give up that easily now that he is here . Liam watches as Blaze walks towards him with a glass which he could tell at a glance that it is whiskey . He knew Blaze was trying to help lift his mood , but then his half baked joke nearly cracked him up and he stifled a chuckle. “ Whose quote is that ? Liam asked as he took the glass from Blaze who was now confused as he watched him walk over to a white couch and sat crossing his leg over the other with no care in the world .

I’m not surprised when Christian pushes his chair out, reaches out, and pulls me down to his lap. “Take it.” I do. The blunt is fat, and I realize that though I’ve seen a couple, I’ve never held one. I put it between my index and middle fingers like I know smokers do, placing it on my lips. I’m suddenly hyperaware of how close his face is, of how easily he could close the space if he wanted to. Christian pulls out a black lighter, positioning it right at the butt of the thing, then he lights it. “Inhale.”

He walks towards her and hugged her. "Hala, I am here for you, even if Mom is gone," he said, crying. "I found this on her," she said while giving him a lighter. He looked at the lighter with amazement. It was a coper body made lighter with a dragon engraved at it. He lit it up and the fire was showing its warmness, and so does the fire in his eyes. Present time He lit up the fire from the lighter. "Whoever did this to you Mom, I will find him someday," he said while staring at the lighter's fire.

With him. Damien looked at me, eyes flickering in the dim light like embers waiting to ignite. “Then we do this together.” He reached into his coat pocket and drew out silver lighter. It gleamed under the moonlight – small, elegant, deadly. Just like the choices we were about to make.

Back then, Cheryl hid inside the Cleansing Vase to avoid the Undead Queen’s soul sense. “Are you guys going? You keep droning on and on!” King Sandros was waiting impatiently. “Let’s go. What’s your hurry?” Whoosh! Worry-free, Blaze immediately jumped into the volcanic crater. After that, the crowd entered one after another. The truth was not far from what Blaze had said. His peculiar flame carried a certain law and attribute that did not belong to this world. As long as he enveloped himself with the flame, the starving ghosts and evil spirits wandering in the Hell Tower would hide far away from him.