Blaze X Silver Novels & Stories

“You said I had good style.” My eyes roamed over his black, button up shirt with random pastel pink and purple triangles. It was halfway unbuttoned, as he so often did. A silver cross necklace hung against his bare exposed chest. “I’m not saying you don’t,” I replied as I lowered my eyes to the screen. My cheeks burned red as I wondered if he had seen me inspecting him so hungrily. I needed to get my hormones under control! “So lets shop,” Alaric stated as though it was obvious.

The instructor was speaking a little too fast for my liking, and Blaze, noticing my unease, immediately stepped in between us, placing a hand on the workbench and effectively cutting the distance between me and the instructor. "Let’s get started," Blaze said, his tone polite but firm. I could see a flicker of possessiveness in his eyes, but the instructor quickly stepped back, awkwardly clearing his throat as he moved on with the demonstration. After showing us how to make a silver pendant with a locket, he asked, “So, what materials would you like to work with?” Blaze immediately pointed to the most expensive materials—the gold, the silver, and the gemstones. Of course. He was a man of tast

Sara watched them to find a weakness. Through family bonds, they felt Luna's immediate alarm as she sensed their danger. *Brother?* *Protect Blaze * Axel sent back as he and Sara moved into fighting position. *We've got this.* He didn't want his sister involved this was their fight. The attackers had spelled weapons like Cassidy had used – silver meant to burn phoenix fire. But they hadn't counted on how recent events had strengthened the alpha pair's combat synchronization. "My mate's scars," Axel's voice carried deadly promise, "taught us something about silver weapons." His power rose dangerously. "Want to see what we learned?"

Realizing that Blaze was getting away with me, Beta Silver tackled him. Blaze might be the joker of the family, but I knew he had a blood thirst just like all of them. "Blaze stop." I pleaded, trying to get between the two before they kill each other. Blaze pushed me out of the way and tried to strike Beta Silver, only to be hit by Beta Silver on the jaw. Beta Silver would have gained the advantage but Havoc tackled him out of no where. "Take Mina, I got this." Havoc yelled at Blaze.

" watching what I want to do finally, That way you can redeem yourself. " Silver stood up after a while as Xenia is feeling numb hearing his answer. Xenia thought he wants peace after all of this madness. " Now, Where is Hazel? " Silver tilted his head as Xenia is frightened. " You, what are you planning to do to her? You're not going to hurt her, are you? " Silver is admiring Xenia's daggers collection while she is talking.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

The crowd could feel that the heat and cold had collided while looking at the swords on the stage. “Let me introduce to you the Blaze Wild Sword and the Deadly Glaze Sword. Blaze Wild Sword is a must be suggested for the people who had fire attributes and were accustomed to fire. The Deadly Glaze Sword is for the people who had Ice attributes. These swords are made by a Grade 5 Novice Armament Master.” Lark Oz said while showing them the swords that Luna had made.

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 quite conceal.