Mystery Bandit Blaze Novels & Stories

Behind me I heard the lock to the cage click, then Blaze was in front of me. “Come on, it’s time to go.” Blaze held out his hand to help me up, and I smiled back, giving him a silent thank you. The look he shot over at Dane and his crew confused me a little, like he was pissed off at the scene he was watching. I wanted nothing more than to get out of this place at this moment. The more Dane carried on, the harder it became to watch. “You’re playing with fire mamacita.” Madden warned his voice deep, with a hint of something sinister.

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.

“There’s just something very unnatural about the entire situation, so until we figure out what the hell is going on, we’re going be sticking together all day and all night if possible.” Realizing the genuine concern evident in his voice and the troublesome frown seen on his face, Marcel decided to take another approach to the issue, asking. “What about the band? Don’t you guys have to keep up with appearances to get more gigs? I won’t be around those morons again after the stupid stunts they pulled in kicking me out the crew…” “That won’t be a problem; the guys are all splitting up. Blaze got a job as a bartender at some hip club downtown and Erick is helping his old man run their convenient

Blaze whispered, I chuckle and walk beside him. Blaze has been a dear friend and a brother I never had. Ever since Cassidy's death after a month he's been hanging out with them again and to my surprise the bitch did get back at them and she's into it again, acting inoccent but smiling evilly when we're alone together.

Without a glance back, he commanded, "Chop Jimmy up and feed him to the dogs. As for Lilyanne, strip her and send her to the red-light district. Once she has serviced 99 men, send the photographs to her husband. He'll know what to do." It was midnight by the time Derek got back to the estate. The fire in the basement had been put out, but the mercenaries reported that my body was nowhere to be found. Letting out a small sigh of relief, Derek dialed my number over and over. Yet, he did not get an answer. Just as he was about to make his 100th call attempt, his phone vibrated. He received a video recording of me being pushed into a fire pit. "Saving us some trouble, just like you wished."

Should have known that bitch agreed too easily to take them to Nirath, but ha, here they are, miles away from Ashbourne, while it’s on fire—that’s a pack Kieran swore to protect; he won’t be alive and watch it burn. Fuck! Kiean curses under his breath as he whirls the wheels again, the van bouncing as the road is too narrow and the speed is at its highest; the van is almost flying off the ground, and no one tells him to slow down, the same weight pressed hard on their chest, not knowing what awaits them at home. By the time they cross into Ashbourne's territory, night has already fallen, the sky is dark, and the sound greets them before the sight does: howls, screams, and wolves crying, foll

“You. … me .… us. Everything we’ve been through. Everything we’ve survived.” Nyssa’s heart fluttered. “I know.” He squeezed her hand lightly. “I’m glad things are finally peaceful. I’m glad there are no more threats.” He said it genuinely. Nyssa smiled back at him, letting herself believe it too just for that moment. To believe that the chaos had finally settled and that the moon goddess had given them a chance to breathe after all the storms. But as they took another step forward, the cloud around them shifted. It began with a glimmer just a faint spark in the air, Then, without warning, a bright, blinding light erupted right in front of them.

she said. I begged her to reconsider, but she shot me down flat. No biggie, though. There were plenty of other girls at the concert. I would just pick someone else next time. After the show, we split up and went our separate ways. Back home, I spilled the beans to my buddy Leon Gordon. Leon's jaw dropped. "You're full of it, man. Keep dreaming. Like any girl would get with you at a concert, in front of everyone." I pointed to the sky, swearing my honesty. "I'm dead serious, Leon. If I'm lying, I'm a total zero.

“You have someone gunning for you, I have someone gunning for me. Perhaps the person is one and the same.” I scowled at him. “Perhaps. Perhaps not. Why could this not wait until tomorrow?” “Two of my guys are dead.” “What do you expect me to do about that, Blaze? Necromancy isn’t in my skill set.” His face dropped. “Blaze, enough dancing around the issue. Why are you here? What do you want?” “Guns.” “Guns. Can you actually afford to pay for them? You’ve just told me you lost a shipment of cocaine. That isn’t good for your bottom line.”

“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.”