Blaze Novels & Stories

The air seemed to vibrate with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, as if the very act of destroying the knife had become a declaration of intent, a statement of my capabilities “Bold of you to assume we have provoked them at all.” Blaze said. My eyebrow arched upward in a subtle, inquiring gesture. “Cryomancers never attack unless provoked, it’s not in their nature.” My response was measured and neutral, carefully calibrated to avoid any hint of sarcasm or provocation. Blaze's reaction, however, was telling. His eyes, those piercing, intense orbs, betrayed a flicker of concern, a glimmer of worry that he couldn't q

Blaze’s pride could never allow Kuroyuki to be defeated, he needs to defeat Kuroyuki before I could— before he witnesses such a scene with his own two eyes (even though I know it’s impossible for now). After Blaze made a loud roar— the clouds above Kuroyuki were punctured by balls of fire. To be accurate, there were three of them, raining down to Kuroyuki’s team. Blaze then followed from behind, with flames cloaked on himself, like a fire arrow shooting downwards. …I think either one of those things could easily vaporise me for twenty times over.

THE ABANDONED LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER'S COTTAGE PT 2 Zara and Declan still sat on the edge of the old iron bed, knees almost touching. The distant crash of waves mixed with the occasional creak of the wooden structure in the sea breeze. Zara’s voice dropped lower. “My marriage has left me starving for real connection. For something that actually feels dangerous and alive. My husband barely touches me anymore. I feel like I’m disappearing.”

He couldn't enjoy the warm sunshine of summer, smell the fragrance of flowers in spring, the beauty of leaves changing colors in autumn, and the romance of snowfall in winter. "Ah, it's here!" squealed Taylor as she stared at her phone screen. I hurriedly picked up my phone from the table and unlocked the screen. I was surprised to see Blaze in the video. He was sitting behind a table with nothing on it. The room was dark, and the lights only shone on him, seemingly to hide the location where the video was recording. "Good evening," Blaze greeted. I suddenly missed his soft, deep voice. "I'm not going to say much. The evidence I

My eyes land on the FaceTime notification at the corner of the screen—Blaze is calling. I answer, and his face appears, a joint hanging from his lips. His damp hair sticks to his forehead, and he’s wearing a plain black T-shirt. “What’s up, you little shit?” Blaze greets, his tone casual as he adjusts his laptop. I chuckle, exhaling a cloud of smoke. “I’m great.” “You’re smiling,” he points out, glancing at the background. “Where the fuck are you? No, wait, don’t tell me—I already know. You’re with Cam, aren’t you?”

“You didn’t tell me that part.” He met my eyes. “I didn’t want to scare you.” Caleb threw his hands in the air. “You are failing spectacularly.” I rubbed my temples. “What do you mean reacts to blood?” Blaze lifted one hand slowly. “My blood touched the sand last night.” Sheila swallowed. “And?” “And it burned.” Caleb swore. “You bleed acid now?” “No,” Blaze replied flatly. “The sand smoked.” Sheila stared at him. "That’s not normal.” Caleb let out a short breath.

Blaze studied my face for a moment. His amber eyes held steady. Then he said, very simply, “Whatever is happening between us…” He paused. Not searching for words. Just choosing the right ones. “I need you to know I’m not competing for it.” I blinked. “That’s… very specific.” Blaze shrugged slightly. “I don’t work that way.” His voice stayed calm. Direct. No tension in it at all. Just certainty. He shifted his weight slightly, then added, “But I’m also not stepping back from it.”

"The first one to trigger the beacon at the summit wins the Social Tax. The last one to reach the halfway point by noon is eliminated from the living quarters. They become the Scavenger." He fired the flare. A streak of neon green shot into the red sky. The first hour was a blur of burning muscle and rasping breath. The rock was sharp as glass. Every time my heart rate spiked, the haptic band vibrated against my wrist – a sharp, stinging pulse designed to trigger absolute panic. On the small LED screen, a graph flashed. STRESS LEVEL: 72% – BRENT (SABOTAGE PROTOCOL ACTIVE) I looked up. Brent was twenty feet above me. He was deliberately kicking loose rock down the narrow path.

Naturally, she was filled with anxiety and dread. "Get lost!" With a loud crash, Zayn hurled a liquor bottle at the door from inside the study. The sharp and piercing sound made Cassidy scream and turn to flee in panic.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.