Blazing Stitches Novels & Stories

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

“Do you want him to live?” Camela took too long to respond. The Bride lowered her voice. “Because if you do…the stitches must be in place before the next moonrise.” “Stitches?” Camela's voice trembled. The Bride pointed at the mannequin. “The dress is stitched with threads pulled from promises, and you, my dear, have made quite a few of those.” Camela felt a tightness in her chest again, as the intense heat from the seal within her pulsed hard, almost painfully.

Blood spurted out, warm and frantic. He screamed, thrashing, but the ropes bit into his ankles and held him firm. I dropped the blade and turned to the table. I picked the needle and thick black thread dangling from its point. I didn't wait for him to stop crying. The stitches were rough and piercing into his skin, I yanked it together without care. He whimpered with each pull, his body twitching. “You won’t bleed out,” I said quietly. “But you’ll wish you had.” “This is how it's going to be, I'm going to almost kill you, them make sure you live for another round of torture.”

"She's burning up, temp's way too high." "What do we DO?" Elira was wringing her hands, classic healer panic mode. "We need to stop the bleeding, we need to—" "Stitch it." Rhea said it simple. "If it's splitting we close it back up." "You can't just STITCH a bond mark, that's—" Elira stopped cause Rhea was already moving to the supply shelf. "Got any moon-silver thread?" Rhea started pulling drawers open. "Moon-silver?" Serna stared at her. "The fuck is moon-silver?"

Blaze, Bella, and Brandon are a team that can communicate without talking. Their teamwork and their precision in coordinating with each other are mind-blowing. When Brandon is struggling with three bandits at once, Bella helped him fight them off without him having to ask her for help. Blaze was right, more bandits were hiding in the village than the initial 15 they saw. They kept pouring out like a never-ending waterfall. But none of the bandits expected that King Blaze is not just one, but three. He has the support of his brother and mate, which no one saw coming.

Zane and Maddox help me out of the car before we make our way to the medical room. Adam is already waiting for us, and Laila looks at him as she says, I’ll stitch his head while you check him over, Adam” He nods, and Laila turns back to me, “I need to put a couple of stitches in your head, Ben…I’m just going to numb it first.” “Just do it, Laila,” I say. She shakes her head as she opens her suture kit up, It stings like fuck, but I welcome the distraction, and I hardly flinch as she closes the wound.

he repeated, quieter this time but heavier, like a warning wrapped in calm. I took a small sip, the burn of alcohol hitting my throat. If I was supposed to be composed after taking the drink, it wasn't working. My hands still trembled as I held the needle. Brad watched me, eyes half-lidded with the faintest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “It’s simple,” he said. “In and out. Small stitches. Keep it clean.” I shook my head. “It's not like it's fabric.” I murmured.

Like I said this day was the day that I had a very unfortunate accident. I had decided to let my fox take over and was happy to know that I would always have a friend to lean on, to talk to when I was alone or in pain. A friend that could never turn me away and leave me to face the abuse. A friend that I still have today. It was during these moments that I remembered that these were hunting woods and that it was autumn meaning that the woods would be lined with hunter traps. Then I saw the gleaming of a silver thread and my friend was heading right towards it. I began to scream but it was too late, I felt the sting then the overwhelming pain of my eyes being pierced by the wire. I yowled in