Blaze Lighters Novels & Stories

Lucifer opens a portal and vanishes. Blaze agrees to wipe the memories of her first kill and time in hell, but tells them they will have to find a way to channel her darkness. That he can't wipe her memories everytime something bad happens. The next set of memories are times when innocent lives were lost during a mission. Either by Payne or others; being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

It's absurd," she grumbled, and Inez sat there confused, wondering what was wrong with the song. "Explain," she said, picking up Dylan and handing him a glass of milk. "See Mumma, if we have a lot of money, we need a suitcase," she continued as she leaned in closer to Inez and whispered, "Just like Dad always puts money in a locker or suitcase." As she continued, Inez's eyes widened and her jaw dropped. "Do you see any connection between matchsticks and gasoline?" Nowadays, lighters are the most convenient way to ignite a fire."

Blaze’s fingers curled. “You idiot,” I hissed under my breath. Caleb held up his hands immediately. “Not an insult! I swear. Just… curiosity. You almost vaporized Sheila with your eyeballs earlier. A guy’s gotta ask.” “I will literally strangle you in your sleep,” I muttered. For a moment, Blaze didn’t react. He just stared into the fire. The flames danced across his eyes, reflecting something old… and tired. Then he exhaled. Long. Heavy. “I’m what your people call a Lycan.”

The man in the apron casually reached into his pocket, pulled out a cigarette case, slid a stick between his fingers, and tucked the case away again, as if death wasn’t staring him in the face. Matthew’s jaw nearly dropped. Is this man insane? The stranger glanced over his shoulder. “Got a lighter?” Matthew stared at him in disbelief again. He can't ever count how many times he looks at this man confusedly or in disbelief. He still has the nerve to smoke?! This guy is so fucking unbelievable. Yet somehow—despite the chaos, despite the guns, despite the fact that he might die in the next five seconds—Matthew found himself fumbling through his pockets. His fingers closed around cold metal. A s

He yelled but they didn't respond as Venom got hold of a lighter. He lightened it as Blaze stretched a dry stick towards him, venom made little fires with the stick and instantly, blaze threw it on the oil which was spreaded round Fredrick. "Noooooooo!" He screamed as the fire blew up increasing, heating up his feet. "Draw the pole downwards!" Blaze muttered and Onyx went to the pulley system, drawing the pole downwards. Fredrick screamed as fire caught up with him as it increased rapidly. He struggled to release his hold but it was fruitless as the fire consumed him completely.

Chapter 17 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… We got back to The Grey Goose, and I walked down into the club and got out the ginger ale and Glenfiddich, and tossed some ice in a lowball, intending to make my version of a Mamie Taylor. “We’re not supposed to drink on the job,” Jade said, putting her hand on top of the Glen 12.

The aftermath of shock, but Lara would sooner have been boiled alive than cry in front of him. “If you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, I’d stand on your fingers,” she told him jerkily. She heard paper tearing. A bottle of ‘Blonde Passion’ landed beside her. “The name caught my eye,” he raked down at her, “and the stupid salesgirl sprayed some of it around me. That was yesterday and I still can’t get rid of it!” A long silence stretched. Her teeth bit into the hand she had wedged against her mouth but she couldn’t stop the faint tremors still racking through her.

- the blond boy shouted. I smiled at him and waved. The boy turned his attention back to his friendsband to what he was doing. I grabbed a cigarette to put it between my lips, capturing my small lighter drawn with the flag of the United States. I saw the spark light up when I pressed the small button, until seeing fire wholly. As soon as the cigarette lit, I put the lighter back in my pocket. I pulled the smoke into my mouth in an intense way, automatically feeling my body get better.

“This is Blaz Flame. This kind of fire can burn a person even if they are in armor.” “There are different kinds of fires?” Anna frowns. “A dragon can create three kinds of fires,” Lavi explains. “In human form, we can create the Blaz Flame and the Cold Flame. Cold Flame is the regular kind of fire which we see in every household. It can burn down a human but supernatural creatures can recover from it. A Blaz Flame is more dangerous. Any area burnt with this flame will result in instant death. Luckily, this flame does not have a long range. It is only for enemies who are up close.”

“They’re going to murder us.” “Possibly, yeah,” Damien agrees. “Drink up then, boys,” Blaze says. “If we’re going to die, let’s do it drunk and light.” And empty minded. “Now that sounds like a good way to go,” Damien toasts. Ever the overthinker himself, he would enjoy going out with nothing but a empty glass and a flowing buzz. “Pour me a glass, will you?” Blaze shrugs, standing to make his way over to the bar, and he offers, “Why not take a whole bottle?” He says, grabbing a bottle of whiskey and holding it out to the man who nods.