Blaze X Garroth Novels & Stories

Both their breathing heavy as they glared at each other. “Not so tough now, are we. It seems my little bride has you tightly wrapped around her finger.” Balthazar mocked as he whipped the blood from his lip. Looking at it before licking it off his thumb. His eyes burning into mine, a glint of amusement in them. I wanted to cringe at it, but it made my skin hot instead, my heart stopping for a beat. I forced my gaze back to Garren.

“I can see now why we rented a car.” “We rented a car because Bruce took our only transportation. Do you have one we could have used?” I asked. “I own a car,” Garth replied, “but I wouldn’t drive it over these shit roads to the top of a mountain. I can tell you that.” Magdalena grinned, “Garth’s baby is a Lamborghini Gallardo Bicolore.” “Whoa!” I exclaimed and let out a slow whistle. “I’m impressed.”

The glass flew across the room, narrowly missing Zachary Reid's head and shattering against the wall in an explosion of crystal shards. For a second, the room stood still, frozen in shock at the violent outburst. Zachary barely blinked, remaining stoic as he felt the stray pieces brush against his cheek. " What the hell do you mean she hasn't come home?" Tris roared, his voice filled with venom. His face was flushed, his jaw clenched, and his fists were balled so tightly his knuckles had turned bone white.

“We follow.” “And then?” Caleb asked. “We wait for the right moment to slip in.” Blaze stepped closer, his shoulder brushing mine. “It’s risky.” “Everything we’ve done so far has been risky.” “Yes, but this time...” He exhaled deeply. “Kara, look at them. That’s not a simple supply run. There are too many carts.” I looked. He was right. Seven carts carried crates. Two carried sacks. Two were entirely covered and sealed at the edges. And the last one had metal bars built into the back.

“Leverage for what?” Both men turned. Thiago’s expression softened. Regret or calculation, she couldn’t tell. “You’re not the only one who lost family in that fire,” he said quietly. The words slammed into her like shrapnel. “What are you talking about?” But before he could answer, gunfire exploded in the ballroom. Three shots, then screams. Thaigo’s head snapped toward the door. “Stay here.” He shoved Alejandro toward the hallway. “Protect the guests.” They vanished, door slamming behind them, lock clicking.

Butcher grunted, smirking at his weapons. “Bloob . . . good luck . . . bloob . . . breaking down a door made from xylnaziom.” “Zina-what?” Butcher contorted his face in confusion. “It’s a rare metal alloy used to excavate potent materials from the earth’s core.” Lydia said, her eyes fixed on the glowing panel of her device, her fingers tapping vigorously on it.

So I adapt. I swap in Emberfang for warmth and Frostbloom to imitate the scent profile. I infuse Gravevine Thorn for histamine balance and add fang root root for its soft sweetness and anti-inflammatory qualities. Hours melt away in steam and glass as I measure, distill, and mix. But every blend ends in disappointment. The ethanol won’t bind. The solution curdles. The scent goes bitter. One batch overheats... glass shatters with a sickening pop. “Ah... damn it!”

“She’s going to try to burn Drake Industries to the ground.” Evelyn swallowed hard. “Then we’d better build our defense.” That evening, Evelyn sat alone in the townhouse kitchen, watching the flame of a candle flicker against the counter’s edge. The scent of rosemary hung in the air, one of Celeste’s homemade oil blends, delivered in a silver vial with a handwritten note that read: For clarity. You’ll need it soon. She turned the vial over in her fingers. Celeste Drake hadn’t just accepted her and Alexander’s secret marriage. She’d embraced it quiet but powerfully. She was the first person who hadn’t asked Evelyn to prove her worth to belong.

She began explaining the problem that had stumped her for more than a decade “The effects from Blaze aspect of the poison can only nullified by frost potion, and frost by blaze.” She continued looking at the anxious faces around her “That’s the ingenuity… and the cruelty… of it. If we use frost to counter blaze, the concentration of frost element in the body increases to a dangerous level. The same happens in reverse.” “What does the blaze effect actually do?” Jack asked, absently stroking the curious cat who was nudging him anxiously. He knew his wife had stumbled upon something and yet couldn’t articulate her thoughts. “Blaze…. It burns all the internal organs,” Zelda replied calmly. “Slow

LYRA* Blaze took me back to the house the next day after church. Blaze and I talked about the bricking and what color to paint the trim. We decided on Rocky Mountain Tumbled Oyster Grey Stone instead of traditional bricking, Charcoal grey for our roofing, and Suede Grey for the siding and frame of the home. Blaze took me to see the finishing touches to the outside of the house yesterday after I had gotten home from school, and it was gorgeous. How Blaze and his cousins finished the home's exterior in under a week was beyond me. Work on the interior has halted until after Blaze and I had gotten married.