Sixteen Candles Novels & Stories

Himalayan time (thirteen hours after the battle) In the great obsidian hall, one of the thirteen eternal candles gutters and dies. It is the candle that has burned without pause for 2,117 years, the one tied to the Hollow Choir’s existence. The flame does not simply vanish. It collapses inward, turning black, then explodes into a single coil of smoke that refuses to rise. The smoke hangs in the air like ink in water, twisting, folding, forming symbols no living mage has ever seen. Symbols that predate even the First Wizard.

The cabin, usually cozy and warm, has been transformed into something magical. Candles are everywhere—on the mantel, the coffee table, the windowsills—casting a golden glow that dances across the room. The soft light reflects off the wood-paneled walls, creating a warm, intimate atmosphere. But what really takes my breath away are the flowers. White tulips, my absolute favorite, are arranged in elegant vases all around the room. Their delicate petals are tinged with the softest hint of pink, and they fill the air with a subtle, sweet fragrance that mingles with the scent of the candles.

Running a business. ‘I have a question.’ ‘Yes, of course you do. Ask me anything.’ He was so cool and sophisticated and she was no more interesting than her seventeen-year-old self. ‘You want to know more about the product? It’s a really good-quality candle. It’s made of beeswax and it’s smokeless and virtually drip-free.’ ‘I can hardly contain my excitement.’ But he was smiling as he picked up the candle again and she had a feeling his mind was still on seduction rather than the product in his hand. ‘That wasn’t my question.’

--- Cake time was predictably chaotic. Luna insisted on helping to light the candles. "Luna is FOUR! FOUR candles!" "Actually, we have five. One to grow on." "Oh. Okay. FIVE CANDLES!" Everyone sang "Happy Birthday." Luna beamed like she was accepting an Oscar. "Make a wish!" Victoria called. Luna closed her eyes tight. Whispered something to herself. Then blew out all the candles in one breath. "What did you wish for?" I asked. "Can't tell! It won't come true!"

“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.

"I want you to light these candles then lift the flame off the wick and into a ball. Since you can't create a fire ball maybe we can slowly work our way up to it." "You seriously need to get over this obsession with me throwing fireballs. You watch way too much anime." "That's impossible, now shut up and show me what you got. It would be so badass to throw a fireball at those Rogue bastards." I rolled my eyes then concentrated on the first candle. I felt the heat in my blood and transferred the energy into the wick. At first it was just a few sputtered sparks, then it finally lit. "Awesome, one candle lit. At this rate you'll have all 10 lit by your bday." Serenity gave me a disappointed gla

"Ready?" I grab my debit card and ID and put them in my back pocket. I don't feel like lugging around a purse all day. We head to the elevator and he presses the R on the floor pad. The doors open up to an amazing view of the river. There are small shops lining the walkway along both sides. Flowers, candles, perfumes, restaurants, and bars...anything you can imagine is there. Kids are laughing and throwing bread pieces in the water to feed the ducks and turtles. Music is coming from various shops, it all blends together perfectly. We start our adventure, we come to a tiny candle shop. The woman inside is making a set of tapered bright red candles. She dips the string in the wax and lets it

"Yes, yes, anything, sweetie... Now let's head over to the kitchen and find some candles huh." Five minutes later they were back in the candle lit living room. Power outages during bad storms were fairly common in the fall in their neighborhood so Kenneth always kept plenty of candles in stock, but unfortunately his stock was now down to only a measly four taper candles. Once he got the trio of candles lit and arranged strategically throughout the living room she came up to him holding a freshly poured glass of champagne. He frowned; God knows he didn't need any more to drink and neither did she.

The black frosting was piped over the top in intricate swirling designs. White flowers, which looked a lot like snowflakes, were placed methodically in groups of three and five. On the top layer stood a girl in a red dress holding a cake with sixteen glowing LED candles. She looked a lot like me. Even her fondant-ruffled dress looked the same as mine. Around the edge, standing like guards protecting the girl, were sixteen real candles. When dinner ended, the tables and chairs were cleared and disassembled in record time. Some were pushed to the side so people could sit and visit.

I say, not bothering to pretend that’s not what I’m doing. “Candles are always good.” “How many and what scent?” I say, grabbing a cart and looking down the aisles until I find candles. “What surfaces do you have to put them on?” she asks. I think about the set up of my room. “A desk, a nightstand, a coffee table, and two end tables on either side of a loveseat.” “Two for the desk, three for the coffee table, and one each for the end and nightstands. I would go with something light, vanilla is always mild. Does she have a floral scent?”