Blaze X Garroth Novels & Stories

Blaine had only accepted for him to come to their house to use the garage only because of Kaylee's sake. He jumped over the flower plants that separated the two houses in the front and ran until he got to his house's front door. He looked back and that was when he realized that he had left his car there. Well, he could just get it tomorrow, he thought and headed inside the house. ...

Bosch Serra's first client as a formal entity is not Ethan's hotel. It is a small wine producer from the Priorat (a wine-producing region in southern Catalonia, about ninety miles southwest of Barcelona — priorat means 'priory' in Catalan, a reference to the Carthusian monastery that dominated the region in the medieval period; the wines are known for being intensely concentrated, mineral, and age-worthy, made primarily from old Garnacha and Cariñena vines grown on steep terraces of llicorella — a dark slate and quartz soil found nowhere else on earth) who has been making wine from the same hundred-year-old vines for three generations and has recently been discovered by the international pre

That I had another nightmare and panicked? "Zoya?" Xander's face shifted from anger to confusion. He didn't need to ask the question. "Well, well," Castellan Blackthorn stood up, a smirk forming on his lips. Two curled snakes are inked to the side of his neck, the samurai tattoo reminding me that he was the representative of the Blackthorn family. I glanced across the grim faces in the room. Gezhi of the Woodvane family, Jason who was Xander's beta, the elders, and three other families I couldn't recall.

Chapter Two: The Sanguine Ascent Dawn didn't break over the island – it bled. A jagged line of red sliced through the horizon, lighting up the Obsidian Ridge. The heat was already a physical weight pressing against my chest. I stood at the base of the trail wearing a matte – black tactical suit that clung to my skin like a second layer of armour. On my wrist, the haptic band glowed a steady, menacing blue. Beside me, the competition was a study in panic. Sloane checked her boots with cold precision. Xavier was sweating through his shirt. And then there was Brent.

Will everything between us vanish like it never mattered? I hate how much I care about that answer. “Wait—you’re bringing who to brunch?” I hear Blaze on a call, Felix’s familiar voice sounds like he just stepped on a landmine. “Carlo,” blaze says again, tossing his hoodie over his shoulder as he steps out of the room. “Carlo. As in Steel Riders’ leader. Carlo? The asshole you swore to decapitate four years ago? That Carlo?” “Don’t be dramatic. I said I’d break his face, not decapitate him.”

Blake said harshly. "That's because you couldn't do that. You can tell yourself all you like that you hate Jayson and that you never want to see him again but I know that's bullshit. You need him as much as he needs you. And you know that as well as I do," I growled. I put my hands on Blake's chest, ignoring the sparks which ran from the tips of my fingers all the way down to my toes, and pushed him backwards with exceptional strength. His back hit the wall behind him and he hissed in pain as he tried to move.

He coughed for a few seconds, trying to clear his airways. Garith shook his head as he pulled back and settled back against the pew. “I doubt that. Those blades right there? Those blades are silver.” He pointed to the two daggers on the ground. Garith laughed. “You can smell the silver from here. Isn’t that right, kitten?”

I noticed Kara’s friend Echo run out of the building and I nodded gratefully as he tossed me a pair of sweats, pulling them on before motioning to Blaze. “I’ll need you to carry him. The cuffs he has on his angles are toxic to dragons. I can’t carry him anymore.” I panted as I watched as he nodded in understanding and picked up Blaze, tossing him over his shoulder and heading into the large wooden building. I followed behind him, a rumble low in my chest when he led me into the room that held my little moon.