Silver Kiss Blaze Novels & Stories

And no matter how much I swore I loved Renzo, I could feel Blaze pulsing under my skin, pulling me closer every second. Blaze was a storm I couldn’t hold off forever. Golden hair, silver eyes, that wicked smile that promised both sin and ruin. Every time he looked at me, I felt my defenses crack. Last night proved the truth: if he pushed harder, I’d let him have me. And once his wolf stopped holding back, there would be no escape. "Renzo, I’m sorry. I only love you," I whispered, gripping the sink. "But Blaze’s desire… it’s consuming me. He won’t stop. And I’m terrified I won’t either."

she told him but he just shook his head. "I don't remember," Blaze said, his voice strained. "She said something, but I don't know...my mind is foggy." Kira's eyes narrowed, her expression intense. "Think, Blaze," she urged. "It's crucial that I know what she said. The words, the tone, everything." Blaze's eyes scrunched up in concentration, his face twisted in effort. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and he spoke in a low, raspy voice. "She said... 'You'll never be free'." Kira's eyes widened, her face pale. "What does it mean?" Ryker asked, his voice laced with concern. Kira's eyes locked onto Blaze's, her expression grim. "It means that the spell she cast is far more powerful than I initi

“You are the perfect radiator that melts my heart~” “Hah?” I inadvertently opened my jaw wide from the surprise. God, I don’t want to let Restia hear this. She’s the only special one to pull off such a line, right? With such a doubt lingering in my mind, I inadvertently look around. Kronos is wiping his foggy glasses with his blazer. Blaze is standing at his spot, glaring at me with his teeth gritted for some reason. He doesn’t seem to be affected by the cold at all, maybe it’s because he’s a fire elemental user?

“What did she say?” Kira took a deep breath to steady herself before launching into her explanation. “The silver flame is called the Fire of Death,” she began, her voice calm but tense. “It’s said to be summoned by certain supernatural beings who want to shed their physical form. It’s not a natural flame; it’s created from their own power. The flames burn hotter than anything normal and are as intense as the strength of the being who summons them.” The room went still as her words sank in. Caitlyn felt a cold shiver run down her spine, the gravity of the revelation sinking in. She glanced at Matt and Theo, their jaws tight with the memory of seeing Charlotte consumed by those very flames.

The Silver Blessing hums beneath my skin, making me faster, sharper, the very air bending around me like a shield. ​The rogue lunges, claws extended for my throat. I drop low and slash upward. ​The blade only grazes its leg, but the reaction is apocalyptic. The dagger flares silver-bright—a searing, holy light that consumes the rogue in seconds. Its feral snarl twists into an agonizing scream as the cursed flesh chars to ash. The air grows thick with the acrid stink of burning fur and bone as the beast collapses into a smouldering heap at my boots.

Breaking free from the kiss, she looks deep into Blaze's eyes, her voice filled with the weight of her emotions. "What the fuck!" Rose's glare pierces in Blaze's direction, her eyes cold and sharp. His grin widens, reveling in the tension between them. He licks his lips, savoring the taste of their stolen kiss. Just as she watches him turn around and walk away, leaving her alone to wrestle with her emotions, a maelstrom of thoughts engulfs her.

"Valkyrie Two and Three, deploy Silvermist protocol. Blanket the target area." The other two drones swooped low over the ocean, their wings angling with impossible grace. They released a fine, shimmering mist from their dispersal pods, a glittering cloud that descended upon the churning water. The "Silvermist" was one of Katherine's more elegant and brutal inventions: an aerosolized silver nitrate compound, molecularly bound to a clinging agent. Harmless to humans, but agonizingly, flesh-meltingly corrosive to most supernatural creatures, especially werewolves and the magically summoned beasts they controlled.

I looked over and saw that the man was holding the tome again. “Daire Krvna the only surviving member of the Krvna coven. You shall bond with Lucrezia. Take your ceremonial blade and make her bleed.” Daire gently grabbed my arm. He caressed me with his thumb no doubt trying to soothe the panic that was slowly starting to rise in me. He ran the blade across my forearm. Blood started to pool and drip. Daire then handed me the blade. I was suddenly light again. I got to my feet. This time when the tome was placed back on the podium and the man started to chant it didn’t enter my body the same way it just had. This time Daire dropped to his knees. His hands flew to his temples. He ground his tee

To learn his secrets and have him know hers. Her wolf shifted, coiling tighter, restless and eager, and she exhaled sharply, trying to regain composure. Not tonight, she reminded herself. We cannot. Control. Still, as she resumed her run back to the Summit grounds, her mind replayed every word, every glance, every subtle spark of connection. And she knew—whether she admitted it aloud or not—that silver flames had been stirred. And once stirred, they did not easily fade. Her world was about to change and with the growing flames the world around her would change as well, she didn’t know if it would be a good thing or if it would be destroy everything she loved and valued for good.

“Girls. Let's make Mrs. Silver the most beautiful woman for her wedding.” I watched in horror as my eyes fell on a pair of gleaming scissors lying beside the big boxes of makeup kits on the table. And before I could scream for help, the five of them dashed towards me with occupied arms and a huge smile on their faces. ***** “Do you like it, Mrs Silver?” I was still panting, chest still heaving as I nodded vigorously. “Is something wrong?” Michelle asked, her face scrunched with worry as she immediately dashed to my rescue, checking my temperature for any possible means of fever or something.