Blazed Up Meaning Novels & Stories

Brandon slipped up and used the word Mate. Blaze glared at him. But Bella doesn't know who a mate is. In the human tongue, a friend can sometimes be called as a mate. So misunderstood his statement and thought Brandon is referring to her as Blaze's friend. "Yes, I am his friend," she confirmed looking at Blaze, her tone a little teasing. Blaze and Brandon are glad that she misunderstood. They sighed with relief. But Blaze didn't miss the teasing in Bella's tone. "Yaa, very close friends," Blaze said with the underlying meaning behind his words, stressing on 'Very close ' for emphasis.

My eyes burned. "Gone."

His expression remained unyielding, his eyes flashing with a mixture of anger and disbelief, making it clear that he wasn't about to accept my explanation without a fight. Blaze's parting shot was laced with venom, his sneer a deliberate provocation. "Don't let this happen again, Reaver," he spat, before turning on his heel and stalking off. I maintained my composure, my expression a mask of calm. A spark of indignation flared within me, and I couldn't help but think, Who does he think he's fucking talking to anyway? The audacity of Blaze's tone, the blatant disrespect, was a slap in the face, and I felt a surge of anger at being spoken to like some subordinate.

Gripped by a bone-chilling fear, I instinctively cried out, "Skyler, please help me! My eye hurts!" I kept calling out to him but didn't receive a response. Within moments, I was surrounded by flames. I thought I would die then and there. Fortunately, firefighters arrived at the last moment and pulled me out of the fire. … My vision was still mostly dark when I opened my eyes again. The doctor regretfully told me the glass shard had severely damaged my right eye, so I was now blind in that eye. As for my left eye, I had already suffered substantial vision loss due to a childhood illness. Because of this, the sight in that eye was very limited.

Before I can say one goddamn thing, His mark explodes in light. So bright it burns. And everything goes white.

“Damn! Damn! Damn!” “What does this mean, Blame?” Z closed her eyes, sighing. “That means the enemy have so many bullets in their guns.”

I saw a glint of greed and jealousy in his eyes. Then, I looked around the room and did something that left everyone stunned. I took out a lighter, flicked it on, and held the flame to one corner of the canvas. Ian reacted first and shouted at me, "What are you doing?! Connor!" The fire caught and spread in an instant. In front of everyone, the work I had poured my heart into was reduced to ash. The hall fell into complete silence. Then, applause crashed over me like thunder. "What in the name of all that's holy?! This is a performance!"

With a crushed dream and a heavy heart- I accepted my defeat against the overpowered form before me. Blaze rushed to me and put his hands over my shoulder, before I could push him away or yell the truth to anyone he moved to my ear and whispered, “If you said anything, I will kill everyone here… and I can do it.” I was left with the incapability to react when I heard it. Incomprehensible chills were given to my bones. I gave him a pleading look with my teary gaze, he looked at me with a flawless facade of affection in which endless detest and wrath reside with absolute dominance.

I was no better than he was. I scrambled to my feet and again attacked the window with all the force of a crazy person refusing to go quietly to their death. “I’m up here! ” I screamed, though I doubted they could hear me. “Help me! ” I thrashed against the window with everything I had, desperate for someone to somehow hear me. My vision began to blacken around the edges as my head began to get foggy and lightheaded. I forced my eyes to focus on the lights outside the window, but it was a losing battle. The smoke was cutting off my oxygen supply and slowly killing me.

I could not stand idly by as more of my life was destroyed. The flames had fervor of their own, eventually crawling and raking along the dry autumn ground to the foundation of my home. They snaked up the side, charring the wood in their wake. The air was thick with smoke, the scent of burning memories wafting in the wind. Alpha Rhodes did not hesitate, barking to the volunteers to put out the flames assaultin my home.