Blazed Up Meaning Novels & Stories

Not blind anymore to the games being played around her. This time, I'll be the one burning it all down instead of getting burned!

I saw nothing but absolute faith in my leadership as I noticed their youthful, eager faces. "Blade Vanguard has assembled and is awaiting your command, Commander Linwood!" I looked at them, noting similarities to my own early career profile. I smiled faintly—not the fake kind, either. "Move out!" I could see the sunlight streaming through the windows, illuminating my new rank and making the insignia sparkle. It felt as though my life was truly starting over for the first time.

Out of Brussels and through the Belgian countryside that was very flat and very grey and very itself in February, and then into France, which was also grey but differently so — a different quality to the flatness, something more committed to its own particular character. He talked as he drove — not continuously, but in the way of someone processing by language, which was simply how Elian's mind worked. "The moment he said definitively," Elian said. "Vandermeersch. When he said definitive. First in the consultation, then again today when I asked him in the corridor. He uses the word carefully." "He uses all words carefully," Dante said. "So when he uses definitive, it means something specific

I watch Emily’s smile get wiped from her face as she tries to respond to his statement, opening her mouth and again closing it back like a fish. “So, do us a favor and kindly just fuck off before you embarrass yourself further. Even though it’s kind of evident that rubbing your nose in people’s business is kind of your thing. Kindly go back to sucking off losers like you always do” Blaze tuts mockingly with a pitiful expression on his face before he drags me away with him, leaving Emily shunned to the core, and instantly déjà vu hits me.

Flames licked the sky. And in that blaze, something died. But something else began.

But now, each of them shone with a unique light, a distinct essence that called to her in different ways. Blaze's aura was a fiery embrace, like the intense heat of a summer sun or the exhilarating rush of a roaring fire. It radiated strength and passion, enveloping her in a sense of protection and ardor. There was an undeniable spark that always made her pulse quicken, an energy that seemed to dance and flicker with a life of its own, echoing his unwavering loyalty.

She wasn't frightened, but she knew. "While it's for that," Blaze growled, his voice rough and low. He knelt on the earth in front of her, big hands expertly building a fire out of a little pile of tinder. His aroma, a mixture of smoke and pine, filled the air. "A fire warms cold wood." "Is that the way you see me, Blaze?" she stated, gazing at the little flames just beginning to flicker into existence. "A fire? A warmth-giver?"

He would die if Blaze tortured him in the same way he did. "Let me tell you how it felt when the drug coursed through the veins," Blaze grunted as he walked around him. "You will feel a current pass through your body. You'll have the sensation that every cell in your body is electrified at once." Blaze stopped right in front of him and leaned toward him. "Then your brain will blow up. Boom…" Lupin trembled, swallowing the lump. He was so scared that he almost peed in his pants. When Blaze noticed the dread in his eyes, he sneered. "It'll be fun to watch you in pain," he remarked as he took a step back.

August flinched from the shattering sound. "That time our whole family was alive Steve! Do you even hear yourself!?," Adriel roared. "Have you forgotten what they did to us? It wasn't you who saw them bathed in blood, it was me. And our mother? Think about the pain she endured when her whole body was burned. Were her mighty husband and three children able to save her? No." August cried silently allowing his brother to let it out from his heart. Adriel snatched the unfinished bottle from the table chugging the contents down his throat. He gazed at the portrait of the beard man on the wall with resentment. August followed his gaze where their father's picture was hanged.

Blaze surfaced coughing, his coat torn and his eyes burning too bright in the rising sun. I surged to my feet and rushed over to him. “Are you okay?” I demanded. He nodded slowly, brushing sand out of his hair. “I’m gonna kill someone.” he growled hoarsely. Caleb stared at him. “Do you have a history of being buried?” Blaze exhaled. "You don’t want that answer.” “Fair.” Once we were all upright, we turned as one. Toward the horizon. Toward what the desert was hiding. And every single breath froze in our lungs. Before us were rows of tents. Hundreds if not thousands.