Sonic Blaze Novels & Stories

"She is living in hell but she is not broken, Yang" Damon looked out of the window towards the place where she slapped him. "There is a fire in her big eyes... They dazzle, they blaze and I want to test it... I want to snatch that fire from her eyes." He smirked evilly. "She will be my exception, my distraction!"

The prideful Fin Anderson is shedding tears for his son's love. "I... don't want him to turn his back on you, from his family. I don't want him to be a bad son and I don't plan to leave him, I'm just taking time to think of what I would do next. I can't give up Ace, but I can't fight you because I respect you so much" Blaze smiled warmly even if his eyes were already misty and red from the tears he was trying to suppress.

She recognizes this familiar voice. Blaze!!! ***

Those workouts drained me the most, but I felt myself geting stronger every day. September was halfway gone now, the Firelight Festival looming on the horizon. I listened to Torrance babble on about the upcoming night, feeding off her livelihood and exuberance. Moments with Torrance felt so light in comparison to the dark, heavy cloud that sat above my head. We'd grown closer with Alex, as well, and as the days waned on we found ourselves falling into routine. We'd meet before training in the same spot on the bleachers, a neat little spot carved out just for us. Alex had found his footing when it came to sparring, but his movements were still awskward and sluggish compared to ours. We gave h

There is no world in which he allows Lyon Navarro to witness him fail. The final buzzer is approaching, and the score is a deadlock. The Stormbreakers have the raw power, but their rivals, the Phoenix Blaze, are built on desert-heated speed. Viktor is a stone wall in the crease, while Brandon and Adrian are anchoring a defense that feels like iron. Before Lyon arrived, this pressure would have cracked them. Now, they glide across the Pacific Ice Arena as if sharing a single mind. There is a specific kind of intuition that develops when you share the same man’s bed; you learn the rhythm of your brothers. They have the skill, but the Blaze has had the luck. The clock is bleeding out.

Nio’s story One day, Dem announced in his usual rugged and hoarse voice that Nio was ready for the final step. He understood most of the elements well and Dem had only one more thing to teach him. Synergy. It was the purest and most powerful source of magic. Only those who have the ‘all spark’ could perform such magic. Instead of focusing his magic on one element, Nio had to learn how to focus his magic on all of them. It was also the hardest magic to master.

Even if he used his skill, it would be pointless when the other party’s skill was in cool down. Stanley shot the rooftop and gave it some consecutive punches. After creating a hole where they could finally fit in, Byul immediately climb up and pointed his gun towards the zombies. Some time after, Stanley also climb up and scanned the surrounding area with his sense. The rain was pouring heavily and the thick fog won’t let them be seen from below. Byul raised his gun and was about to pull the trigger when Stanley just shot at the car five meters away from them.

I started singing along, my voice loud and off-key. Blaze’s eyes widened, his head whipping toward me. “Oh my god. What is that sound?” I smacked his arm, laughing. “Hey! I’m an amazing singer, okay?” He grinned, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Sure you are. I’ve heard dying cats sound better.” I gasped, my jaw dropping. “Take that back!” He shrugged, his lips twitching. “Nope.” I narrowed my eyes, a mischievous smile forming on my lips. “Fine. Then I’ll just sing louder.”

The impact threw debris into the air, and the shockwave hit my chest like a hammer. She stood in the crater she’d made, her gaze sweeping across us with no hint of recognition, only rage. How were we supposed to knock her unconscious when she could dodge everything we threw at her? We needed to disorient her. I reached behind me and pulled out the Sonic screamer. Its sharp hum vibrated against my palms as I powered it on. I gave Quin a signal, a single nod. She raised another Dream Blaster. “On my mark,” I said, tightening my grip.

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.