Sixteen Candles Novels & Stories

8 I chant out loudly, the candles going out one by one in succession around us as though a puff is wafted in succession, followed by the fire. A second of darkness before all explode back to light with a combustive boom that creates tiny sparkles around the room. Like pouring lighter fuel onto a tiny ember of a flame and igniting a volcano eruption of light.

“It’s time Bianca, and I’m going to need to leave. You do understand everything you need to do?” “Yes, and thank you, Aaron. I believe I’ll be just fine.” Just as he leaves, I realize that I already forgot what color candles that I’m supposed to use. Were they the black candles, or the red ones I’m needing for this. I’m sure I need the red candles for this. I set the each of the three red candles to each point of the tringle, and use the words that were on the page, but after an hour I feel this was getting pointless. I looked back into the book where it was talking about the blood.

He squinted his eyes due to the unusual brightness from it as he looked around him. Thirty-six small burning candles surrounded the large rectangular slab. Twelve candles aligned at the length of opposite sides each while six candles stood at the breath. There was a strong smell of fresh blood. He stood at the center of the candles, in front of three other massive candles that reached half the length of his body. The tips of the flames from the three candles flapped across his face as he felt a sudden cold even with the heat below him. He began to shiever and his wolf trembled within.

I smiled at her and she nodded with a smile before leaving me. I just look at the candles in front of me. This is what they look like? It looks like this are the one that you will use for a massage, huh? I didn't expect that these has a lot of different flavors? There is jasmine, pumpkin, lavender, vanilla, cinnamon, peppermint, and ginger. “Aphrodisiac scented candles,” I read in the product I was holding right now. "Okay, I'm just going to choose this," I said and brought my chosen flavor to the counter.

Maybe they would be back by the time I was done picking some of the candles. Walking down the aisle of floral scented candles, I looked for one that'd cause an aphrodisiac effect, make sparks fly and ward off all his exhaustion. I might have just found it. Patchouli and rosewood. Delighted, I took the little jar secured with a red silk ribbon tied into a bow when two eyes white as a ghost's popped up at the back out of nowhere. A scream escaped my lips as I receded, my back hitting the shelf behind.

I put my head against the door, trying to catch my breath before I got to work. I took out the chocolate and scented candles and placed them around the room. I lit them as I went along. Once every candle was lit, I placed the chocolates and wine in the drawer and then dim the lights. The flames flickered, making shadows dance around the room, filling the room with a flower scent. Everything was all set and there was just one thing left to do.

Thick and pristine, they shine an inky black, but the second I lift one from the basket, I realize with a start it’s not entirely black. The candles are the color of blood. “The Goddess won’t take kindly to this kind of magical manipulation,” Stella says as if in warning. “What we are about to ask is beyond Her scope, but the elements will hear our call and answer.” I set my candle down. “Now choose his candle.” Her eyes meet mine. “Whose?” “The Grand Wizard’s.”

Well, she said candles help her relax and he does have some scented candles upstairs so he could help her with that. The frown wiped from his face and he smiled in understanding, "Oh, I see. That's a great idea. I actually have some candles in my room if you want me to grab them." Andrea's smile only widened when Lucas asked about the candles, "Oh no, you don't have to worry about that. I have my own candles with me," she said with a chuckle. However, the confusion on Lucas' face did not dissipate, and he couldn't help but feel his mind start to spiral. What kind of person carries candles around with them?

After restraining her wrists, tying them together, I take some moisturizing cream, low-temperature colored candles made for Wax Play and my lighter. I smear her back with the moisturizer that will make her skin burn less. I sit on her legs. Then I light the candles and place them on the bedside table so that I can handle them better. At a distance of twenty centimeters from her skin, I start to drip the first drops of navy blue candle. Lolla shudders. "Safe word?" "No, sir."

“We know where we stand, Amy.” “And I think we know what to do.” Toya sat on, y left, and Wendy on my right. “You can start now. We will bright you back.” I settled and pulled the metal bowl closer. “Okay.” “Wait!” Wendy jumped up and ran to the kitchen, leaving the two of us confused. She came back with a plate, leaving me even more confused. “For the candles to sit on.” She offered it as she settled back down next to me. “Okay…” I put the plate behind the bowl. Wendy took an extra candle from the box and lit it. She dropped a few drops of melted wax onto the plate and used it to secure the white, black, and purple candles in place.