Mystery Bandit Blaze Novels & Stories

Phoenix, exuding his characteristic British charm, adds with an overflow of enthusiasm, "Bloody brilliant, Blaze! You've been searching for her for ages. Tell us everything!" Blaze's lips curls upward in response to the unadulterated joy radiating from his friends. His history with Dexter and Phoenix spanned years, a tale marked by shared experiences and unwavering camaraderie, a bond that had weathered storms and triumphs alike. Their unflinching support, like a cherished treasure, held a special place in his heart.

Blair asked as she understood that Fia was with them. "To negotiate..." the words of the girl made her chuckled when she said, ''Why is everyone suddenly wants to negotiate?'' ''I don't know about everyone but I want to..." The girl in front of Blair was a pure brunette, with little freckles all around her nose and cheeks, her fresh and fair skin was like cream. "Who are you, anyway?" Blair asked when she walked closer and replied, "Blaze is the name." "I can give you Fia right away if I get 10cartons of ammo by tomorrow night," Blaze spoke with a poker face and Blair was quiet for a whole second.

Zendaya said. “Aunt Daya, I really am Blaze. Do you still remember…” Blaze then described a few interesting incidents when he was still living with the Rockefellers. After that, he pointed at the middle of his eyebrows. “Look, I have this mark here too. It’s unique, no one could ever replace me.” A fire symbol slowly appeared on his forehead. Zendaya finally believed him. “You’re really Blaze. How did you get so big? You’ve become very strong too. It’s like you took some kind of maturing agent. How unbelievable.”

"Five of them, Boss. Looking for trouble." "Then let's not disappoint them." Blaze's voice was gravel and authority. He felt the surge of energy through the pack bond as his wolves responded to the steel in his tone. This was what he lived for – the perfect fusion of man and wolf, machine and magic, individual and pack. The Blood Moon riders came into view, and their bikes spread across the highway in a weak attempt at intimidation. Their leader, a weasel of a man who called himself Fang, raised his hand in mock greeting.

My body felt like it was rusted solid, but I clenched Nicole's hand tighter. From then on, we only had each other. I locked eyes with Simon one last time, finding nothing but emptiness. "I'm sorry for the trouble," I said to the onlookers. I nodded politely, straightened up, and walked out with slow, measured steps. Nicole did not fight me then. Instead, she whispered, "Mom, what about our stuff?" I shook my head and said, "Let's pretend it all went up in flames." Options were slim in the middle of the night, so I booked us into a motel.

"Blaze, so you've turned into an investigator, right? Oh, good luck with that. I'm through with your family, as you can see. I'm making my way here, and it's going well. Done talking. Can I leave?" "I'm not asking you to come back," Blaze said, but he didn't like the way she looked at him like he was some monster. But if she thought he deserved that, for the way he treated her, he understood. He just wanted her to know that she's not wanted anymore. "I should have believed you when you told me you could never kill Maverick. You are just a distraction from the real thing, and now the real murderer has gotten away." "Yes, I'm guessing that's the only thing you're sorry about. What about you te

Blaze added as he picks his handkerchief from the table and wipes the tears off his eye “ Thank you Blaze , but before you take your leave , can I take your finger print scan ? ” the detective asked bringing the scanning equipmen “ Yes you can ” Blaze mumbled putting out his thumb and index finger while Detective took a scan before letting him go “ Thank you for your cooperation Mr Blaze Rancher ” The detective appreciate “ Anything for your investigation ” Blaze responded before grabbing his Coat where he hung it . He left the detective's office quite relieved at least he was able to say things he had held back for quite a while

Blaze said. "I do not care about her!" Janice glared. "The people that were knocked out are mere humans, and the real escorts(Vampires) are on the way. Not only that, but I heard another mafia group was on their trail!" The hair at the back of Blaze's neck prickled. He felt it. They were near, and she wasn't lying! Blaze gripped Janice's hand and dashed towards the cars, slamming each open door shut. "Leave. Do not fúcking stop, and make sure to lose each trail following you." James nodded, and without questions, he turned the ignition driving off.

He ran down the empty street of the cold night and staggered when he bumped against the lamppost. Not far from his position, she was following closely. Her right hand played with her sharp butterfly knife while her head was hung low. He heard so much about this Blind Bandit. For years, the person named Blind Bandit had been ravaging countless criminal organizations and brought them down to their knees within the same night. Her name soared in the outlaw's world, yet she chose to become somebody's subordinate instead of building her criminal organization.

he kicks at the dirt "Who are you to be so arrogant? Is your pussy made out of gold? Let's find out what makes you so conceited. Shall we?" I press my back against the car, trying to keep my heartbeat steady even though I'm scared shitless. We're in the middle of nowhere. Too far from Arctic Warriors but not any closer to other packs. Even the hotel is still an hour away by car. If they take Hector and Nova out, we won't stand a chance. I wish I could tell Reagan to drive the hell away from here. Save herself. But because Leander already processed my papers, for the next year, I'm not a member of Bittercrest. Which means, the link we shared is broken. Fuck me.