The Blazing World Novel Novels & Stories

Meanwhile In the dark office, Damien’s computer screen lights up and an email appears on his screen. ‘We’ll be there.’ . . . After supper, Blaze decided to get ready for bed, he took out his T-shirt and placed it on his chair, and lay down with his left arm on his forehead he exhaled and slowly shut his eyes. Blaze fell off to sleep after a while. He opened his eyes to see that he was in a mansion, he looked around in confusion. “Where am I…?”, Blaze muttered under his breath in confusion. He turned around to see a couple walking inside the mansion, holding hands and the woman had her hand over her belly as she rubbed it gently and smiled. As soon as she took out her hand, Blaze saw that she

She lifted something into the air with both hands. Brea sucked in a huge breath when she finally realized that Victoria held a baby high into the air, a bright blue blanket swathed the boy as he began to cry. The whole beautiful setting turned from a sparkling scene to a black ash color before her very eyes. Everything blurred and the once bright colors ran together, like a Rockwell painting gone wrong. She could hear a loud roaring, it sounded like that time when a tornado passed close to where she lived in town last year. Her body shook as her stomach heaved. This can’t be real! She leaned her head back and screamed, “NOOOO!”

This story always engulfs me and whisks me away to wonderland. Ragged footsteps and the sound of sloshing liquid pulls me out of the borrowed world. I look up to see a rough around the edges Aidan Gabriels. I also notice the liquid gold in his bottle. He must be out here to do the same thing I'm doing - Escape the world. I didn't realise I said anything until his eyes locked on mine. No turning back now.

_ _ _ I’m screaming as my feet hit the ground in that strange other world, as I rip my elbow back in the way that Blaze taught me, catching my mate – my fucking mate – hard in the ribs. But he just laughs and lets me push him away. I stumble forward, hardly able to catch myself as I look frantically around at this horrible, dark world. My eyes flash up to the three moons above me for just an instant before I whirl, my canines extended, to snarl at my captor. Immediately, I try to throw myself back to my home world, to leave this horrible place. I beg, in my soul, for the world to turn again, to send me back as it did before.

Her eyes burned Golden Red. Like fire trapped inside ice. Blood covered her skin. The Not all of it hers. The ground beneath her cracked as power surged outward Water rose. Wind howled. Earth split. The elements bent. Obeyed. Answered her. Her vision shifted Kingdoms burned. Flames swallowed entire cities. Villages froze in place, encased in ice so thick it silenced every scream. Forests turned to ash. The sky itself seemed to tremble. And through it all

“Claim it. Claim us. And make the world kneel.” The hybrid’s eyes—violet and silver flames—bored into hers, waiting. Above them, the sky ruptured fully, silver fire cascading in rivers, devouring the forest, the battlefield, the stars themselves. Serena threw back her head and screamed, the sound breaking across the world like shattered glass. She made her choice. But as the fire swallowed the clearing whole, no one saw what it was.

Sunbringer As Nio travelled toward Canestor, he was unaware of the chaos he had created after breaking the magic bubble around Raal. After so much time the sun was moving again. In a split second, he changed something that most thought was immutable. The lands immersed in darkness were again pampered by the warm rays of the sun and people who had never seen the night were greeted by new and wondrous colours of the sunrise. After the initial shock and fear, and once the sky did not fall, the creatures in Raal began to adapt to the new situation. But Raal's rulers were not happy. At first, they didn’t know how

My tattoo, the one that bloomed when I first touched dragonfire, erupts. Flames streak up my arm, golden and wild. I scream, but it’s not pain. It’s power. Too much power. The sky above splits open. Stars burn brighter. Wind howls through the trees. The Dremari steps back, its form already fading. “You cannot stop it now, Breaker. The world will burn or bloom and only your choice decides which.” And then it’s gone. The altar pulses beneath me, the sigil seared into my memory. The world isn’t ending but something probably horrifying is beginning.

The Heartfire still burned at its center, and within it, she sometimes saw shapes — Lyra’s laughter, Kaenor’s gaze, the shadow of Arianne singing by the river. They never spoke aloud, but she felt them watching. Guiding. She would sit by the flame for hours, writing softly in an old book — her memories, her doubts, her hopes. On the cover, she carved one word: Remembrance. That book would later become the first text of the new world — not a scripture, but a conversation. --- The Golden Horizon Years passed.

My instincts screamed at me to turn back, but I ignored them. I reached out. The second my fingers brushed the book’s surface, a violent shudder tore through me. The world around me vanished. Fire. The vision struck hard and fast, like a blade to my mind. I saw flames swallowing the land, smoke choking the sky, the ground trembling beneath the weight of something monstrous. Shadows moved through the fire, writhing, shifting, forming grotesque shapes—creatures unlike anything I had ever seen. Wolves fought against them, their howls lost in the chaos. A battlefield soaked in blood.