Mystery Bandit Blaze Novels & Stories

"Mrs. Blaze never found; the court is now considering this a runaway case. Is Mr. Blaze innocent? We'll let you decide." Just the headlines make me seem like a bad guy. If only they knew the truth, but the media will never know. The only one who knows the truth is Bianca; I trust her with my life. Sometimes, I wish she didn't know the truth either. Bianca still holds a grudge against Becca for what she did. Becca and that little girl were my worlds, and I let them down. It's my fault they're dead. After Shredding the articles, I throw the envelope in the trash. Hoping it will never be seen again. I have a chance at a fresh start, and nobody is going to interfere. My phone rings, breaking me

I quickly whispered to him, "Hurry and contact another team. That bus won't last much longer." Jared and his team hadn't believed me in my previous life either. Zachary's school was nearby, and my friend, Michael Lawson, worked in that area, so I called him for help back then. Michael immediately went to see the principal. Only then did Jared and his team come to rescue the passengers. However, both Michael and I ended up dead at the bottom of a ravine. This time, I wouldn't drag anyone innocent down with me. When Jared heard what I said, he angrily shouted, "That's enough, Kaitlyn Jensen! How many more people will you involve in this?

Finally, she was able to determine the exact location of their headquarters in Meollania. My appearance was what made Claudia decide to wrap things up once and for all. She was afraid of me ending up just like Savannah. When the police released the blind women from the cages, Claudia stared at them numbly, as though she was looking at another person who wasn't there. Once the cruise anchored near the port, Claudia suddenly told me, "I was the one who dealt with Savannah's body. I scattered her ashes into the sea. Whenever the cruise departed, I swore to the sea that I'd avenge her."

, Damien stated as he placed a hand on Blaze’s shoulder. “Okay, what’s wrong?”, Blaze asked. “Did you tell anyone who you are? Or did you have any weird urges or feelings?”, Damien asked. Blaze took a while to respond. “No, no one knows who we are. And… I didn’t have any urges to drink anyone’s blood.”, Blaze lied. “Okay, take my car and drive safe buddy.”, Damien stated. “Got it. Thanks.”, Blaze stated as he walked out of the house.

*** The story of the bank robbers who were mysteriously found with their loot and weapons in a locked police cell was to later become a hot debate in media houses and on social media. Blaze of course sang like a canary, talking about a magician called Troy and his team. Of course the story of the flabbergasted police team who found themselves in another state just as they got to the bank that was being robbed by Blaze and his team, only fueled the story. The story of the Vigilante Magicians was to trend for weeks.

From one of the peaks, as the trees cleared we could see a plume of smoke rising towards the sky coming from the North, still a far ways out. “That has to be at least thirty miles out, probably more,” Sage noted through our mind link. “Probably just some travellers stopping for the night.” I responded, scanning the horizon for more signs of trouble. I saw nothing, and Sage and I, though weary, decided not to pay any mind to what we had seen. It wa some excitement for the week, it’s not every day that come across a new sight on our usual patrol. Nevertheless, our muscles had started to feel the effects of a long day out and a hard run and we agreed to head back towards the Western range and h

She looks up, her eyebrows furrowing into a puzzled expression as she mumbles the name that comes to her lips, "Blaze -" As her vision sharpens, she takes in the features of the person who has come to her aid. The pieces of the puzzle start to align, connecting Blaze to the enigma she encountered earlier. Confusion and curiosity mingle within her, as she wonders about his role in this mysterious chain of events.

He shifted back, his sharp eyes scanning the woods. "This is going to be tough for us," Gayle said, walking over to him. "This ambush is an indication that they are waiting for us. We don’t know what Falcon is planning. I think we should step back for the time being." "No," Blaze said emphatically. "I came out this morning determined to annihilate the rogue gang. This is a now or never situation. I'm not going back until I've killed Falcon." Blaze clenched his fists, his eyes shining.

“Matt's telling the truth. Heard they're always out trading in the afternoon. ATF’s got their back, so they're good.” “Okay then, so now how do we go in so we don't cause a scene and they don't lock up their gate?” Blaze turns on the ignition, grabbing all of our attention. “Don't worry, brothers. I've got it. Get ready to jump out ASAP.” “What are you trying to do?” Rip asks, narrowing his gaze at the driver's seat. Blaze laughs. “Don't worry, mister president. Just trust me and get ready to jump out. This is about to be a lot of funnn.”

As I followed Blaze and Haven through the winding tunnels, my mind began to wander, consumed by the questions swirling inside me. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to the story, that there were secrets and motivations that Blaze and his crew weren't sharing. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the true mystery wasn't just Marina's past or her powers, but how Blaze's crew had managed to scavenge the dead in the first place. The logistics of Blaze's crew's operation were still shrouded in mystery, and my mind was racing with the possibilities. I imagined the gruesome scene of gathering bodies, loading them onto wagons, and transporting them back to their lands.