Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

I yelled and slammed the door shut. I hurried towards Liam and put the blow torch down. I helped him take off his blazer and I tried my best to push the shirt out of the way. I turned on the blow torch and flame shot out of its narrow mouth. I looked at the wounds again and Liam. His eyes were narrowed in pain. I had never done this before. I didn't know how long I had to burn the wound before he could start healing. He looked at me. "Here goes," I said before I brought the blow torch to the wound above his belt.

he frowned, his brows furrowed as he studied me as if checking for more damages, "You should stay still. Or else you'll reopen your stitches" "Stitches?" I repeated after him, confused. I had blood that could heal anything. What does he mean stitches? I ripped the blanket off, my gaze sweeping over my own body. My stomach clenched at the sight of the stitches and bandages. "But...wasn't I supposed to heal faster?"

The button on my pants flew off as I hurried to rid myself of my pants and boxer briefs. LYRA* Blaze stood there in all of his glory and stared at me with such intensity I thought he might bore a hole right through me. He put his hand to his shaft and stroked it twice, and precum shot out from his manhood. I inserted two fingers into my walls and moaned in ecstasy as I imagined Blaze inside of me. "Mmmm Blaze, mmm," I moaned as he fisted himself. Suddenly, Blaze was on top of me and fisted my hair as his sword filled me up entirely in one thrust.

"Stitches?" Rolling my eyes, I answer. "Yes, five stitches to be precise. Are we done?" I try to pull away once more, this time too hard. Which only results in me banging my head against the window, causing the next shooting pain. Great, this is going to be an awfully long trip. Immediately, I palm my head slightly while trying not to touch the sensitive area.

Then when she combusted and gasped desperately for air, swallowing hard, she knew that she wanted more. So she pulled her short gown off and reached for his shirt, ripping off the buttons that wouldn't yield to the urgency of her fingers. When she got that out of the way, she reached for his trousers, but that was a bit of a trouble to get to, so he got that off himself. Alethia looked sharply into his eyes when she saw that he had a black brief on--what the hell did he wear that for?

The first stitch went in, my fingers already shaking from the silver, the stitches crooked. The second went wide and drove straight into my fingertip. Blood welled up, mixing with the scalded skin. “Oh dear.” Celina leaned in, not a trace of real concern in her eyes. “Do be careful.” I said nothing and kept going. Third stitch, fourth, each one biting deeper into the flesh. Caine stood a little way off, a glass in his hand, watching all of it. He said nothing. On the fifth stitch I finally lost it—a low grunt escaped me, and blood ran off my fingertip onto the pure white fabric, blooming into one small, glaring red flower.

Furthermore, Wilbur would be showing up for routine inspections every other day. On the day that the stitches were set to be removed, Mable sat next to Blair and watched. She felt the urge to cry when she saw the wounds riddled across Blair’s body. More than a couple of wounds on his body required heavy stitches, with the most significant one of them being the gunshot wound he sustained to the left chest. As the doctor skillfully attended to Blair, Mable’s eyes started to fray with red. Then, she felt someone holding her hand. It was Blair, who was looking at her with a gentle glow in his eyes. “Don't worry. It just looks gruesome, is all. It doesn’t hurt anymore.”

Like a needle bursting a balloon, Blaze’s fireball was extinguished in an instant as her spear went through it. For the other two, she did the same as well. When it was Blaze’s turn, Blaze skilfully dodged Kuroyuki’s spear by spiralling downwards around it without making any gurgling sounds nor moans. I thought so. Blaze did dodge the large spear with nearly the same speed. So such a small one wouldn’t have mattered. “BURN!” Blaze yelled. The fire on Blaze’s body was then compressed and shifted to his right fist. With that speed and compressed flames, perhaps that punch Blaze was about to throw out would cause an explosion powerful enough to blow even us to bits.

Within a blink, the rogue lunged at her and bit her shoulder. Triana wailed in pain. Blaze’s heart dropped to the pit of his stomach when he heard her whine. He glanced back and saw a rogue on her top, biting her shoulder. He turned to rush to her, shoving the rogue he was about to kill down. Two rogues hurried up to him and stood in his way. Blaze scrunched his snout, displaying his sharp incisors. In a blink, he punched one in the sternum and kicked down the other. His movement was so fast that the two rogues didn’t get time to block the blow.

The pain felt like a hot, sharp knife, covered in salt, slicing through his skin and into his muscles and bones, as though his stomach had been frozen and a bolt of lightning had struck his body from head to toe. Lilith jerked in pain when she felt those three thrusts into his stomach. It filled Lilith with an agonizing pain that tore through her upon realizing that Blaze must be feeling tenfold of what she was feeling right now. Watching from the window, Raine gave an involuntary shudder when Blaze let out a wild howl, a sound that shocked her attention away from Lilith. Blaze was badly injured. “Please, let me go out.” Lilith teared up as she tried to unclasp Raine’s fingers from around he