Novel Candle Co Novels & Stories

Surrounded by a sheer amount of candles, the cosy warmth from the fireplace, and the snowflakes still falling heavily right above us. This is a moment to remember forever. How the hell did he do this so fast? And did he just simply have this in stock here? As if he could read my mind, or possibly he did, he speaks up. “I always have plenty of candles here in stock. We’re far off from civilisation. There is no normal electricity here besides my generator outside. So I keep candles and other things in stock, just in case I get cut off entirely.”

It was as if the room existed in its own tranquil haven, shielded from the outside world by the comforting glow of the candles. In this disrupted room, the burning candles, the wooden walls, and the inviting bed created an intimate and calming space. The orange and yellow view, enhanced by the candlelight, added a touch of natural beauty to the scene. It was a room where one could escape the chaos of the world and find solace in its serene embrace.

Folding my hands together, I made a silent wish. "May your future be bright, Joe. May all your dreams come true." I blew out the candle. Darkness swallowed the room again. My eyes held no tears—only emptiness. Unlocking my phone, I stopped at an unread message. It was from the manager at the beauty salon where I worked part-time. [Belle, we've got a big client from Great Eastern University tomorrow. Can you come in?]

The first time the Outskirts—New Cinderfell, she reminded herself—had something to celebrate. Kael’s hand settled at the small of her back. “They used lamp oil from the trade caravan to light them,” he said, nodding to the lanterns. “The first shipment that wasn’t just survival supplies. Luxuries.” “Light isn’t a luxury,” she murmured, watching a child chase fireflies. “It’s a necessity. You just don’t know it until you’ve sat in the dark.” He looked at her, his face softened by lantern-glow. “Dance with me.”

Without hesitation, I dropped my backpack near the door, secured the locks, entered my code on the keypad, and made my way toward the kitchen. The table near the large windows was set for two, complete with unlit candles. The way the wax beaded along the tall spindles made my tummy flip and lower muscles clench—after our night in Del Mar, I'd never look at candle wax the same way again. Wine glasses were waiting for their contents while plates awaited our meal. A bottle of oil sat near the candles and next to a basket of bread, its crust crisp while the center appeared decadently soft. On the counter I found a note from Lana and grinned as I read what she wrote:

“Like old times. Or old movies.” Aiden nodded. “Statistically, candlelight increases storytelling.” Damien raised a brow. “Does it now?” Aiden shrugged. “Feels right.” They dragged blankets into the living room, building an impromptu nest on the floor. The candles sat safely on the coffee table, their flames steady and warm. May poured hot chocolate from a thermos she’d prepared earlier—habit born from years of contingency planning. She handed mugs around. “Prepared as always,” Damien murmured.

“Is there a store I can order something from. Lamps. Anything.” “Not in this weather.” He reached under the counter and produced a small wooden box. Inside were three thick candles, the kind that came with their own glass holder, wrapped in ribbon. “These will do. Scented. For couples.” He held them out with the satisfaction of a man solving a problem efficiently. “You and your girlfriend will enjoy the night. It will be magical.” Amanda did not correct him. I watched her not correct him and felt something warm move through my chest that I decided not to examine too closely right then.

I flinched as I saw the insanely large flames of the two black candles, burning the whole wax within seconds. "Relax," Nova said calmly. "The black candles are supposed to burn the demonic energy, while the white candles should bring her peace." I smiled nervously and nodded. Perhaps the blowing-up candles shouldn't freak me out, but this day had been more than enough horrifying to make me jumpy. I took a deep breath and watched the white candles light brighter and brighter until they illuminated Marlene's body. Then the light became so strong that it began to hurt my eyes. I closed them for a second, and when I opened them again, the lights were gone, and so was Marlene's body.

“Because I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.” He led her over to the table, and as they approached, Claire noticed a series of candles arranged along its length, their flickering flames casting dancing shadows on the walls. Aiden reached out and lit one of the candles, the soft golden light revealing a row of gleaming jars filled with different colors of wax. Her heart pounding in anticipation, Claire watched as Aiden selected a jar and carefully removed the lid, the warm, sweet scent of the wax filling the air.

The tawny young girl, kneeling on the stone church floor, carved the candles smooth. The sheared-off drops fell to her lap, trapped in the furrow of rough cloth. As her knife skimmed along the candle's edge, she hummed. And as she hummed, she talked to the odd little creatures that lived in what they called the Candlewood.