Worth The Candle Novels & Stories

All I knew was that it came the moment I called, welling in my stomach as it spread its tingling warmth beneath my skin. I stared at the wick of the candle, picturing gentle flame flickering to life, curling within the darkness as it illuminated the small space in golden light. Holding back the solar flare of power that rushed forwards, eager to fulfill my wants, I let a small sliver through. It had been just a tad too much, I realized. The wick crackled, a flame sputtering to life that rose a solid five inches before settling back down. The swell of pride that filled me, it was squashed by reality, by the future I held on these three sheets of paper.

“Guys…this feels legit. Like…witchcraft legit.” Sky beamed. “Thank you. I pride myself on authenticity.” Charlie sighed. Loudly. “These candles are eighty percent wax and twenty percent chemical fragrance. The only spirit you’re calling is Bath & Body Works.” Sky ignored him and crouched beside the candles, lifting her hands like some medium. “Who wants to join the circle?” she asked. Half the room practically trampled each other trying to volunteer. Tyler, the eternally doomed lunch-money thief, was shoved forward first.

It whipped my hair across my face. I brought with me a single bundle wrapped in rough cloth: candles. Dozens of them gathered from the castle's abandoned stores and the village's reluctant merchants. Each one cost me something coin I barely have, pride I can no longer afford to keep. Each one represents a confession, a blade pressed against my heart, a small light to honor the darkness I have wrought.

The flame of the candle lit up the wrapping paper for the bouquet! The candlelight expanded instantly! The candles that had been kicked over by the big men were of great help at this time! The puddles of wax that had melted on the ground were distributed throughout the scene of the proposal! The newly lit fire accelerated the melting of the candles! Bit by bit, the candle flame melted into a stretch. The melting wax fueled the fire! "Ignite all the things that can be ignited." It was such a romantic place just now, but now it was so scary!

"Sell it to me! You can set the price. How about 10 thousand dollars for one copper coin?" "Give me the candle jar. Ezra, I'll offer 50 thousand dollars!" When Will saw what was happening, he shouted along, "Mr. Martines, my niece was the one who identified the candle jar. You should sell it to me! How about I give you one million dollars for it? I'll give you another 500 thousand dollars for the copper coins!" Ezra couldn't believe the jar could fetch 500 thousand. It was something that had been in his house for years! Though tempted, he resisted. "I'll sell five coins, 20 thousand each. The jar's not for sale."

I ask "Money candles. Apparently, there's money in here. You melt them down and eventually, this little foil thing pops out, and there's money in there. The sticker says it could be a dollar or up to a hundred dollars. Want to try our luck?" He holds up the larger candle. "Sure, could be fun." I smile. "See anything else you want?" He asks "Not really. I'm just enjoying watching her make the cool candles over there." I motion to the woman at the back of the shop.

“I’m alive. He’s flammable. Brenda’s helpful. We can work with that.” Then something slid under the front door with a genteel shfftt. An ivory envelope. Gold-edged. Wax seal: a crescent devouring a sun. I sighed. “Brenda, please tell me that’s a coupon.” The fireplace roared to life. “Good girl.” I shoved the envelope into the flames and poured myself another mug of despair. “Alright,” I said. “If anyone else crawls out of a coffin today, I’m charging rent.” The chandelier winked twice. Deal.

Will waited until I got a grip on myself. Nick held one black candle and Will had another. They both started pouring the hot, black, molten wax at the same time. I held on tight to the curve of the chair arms, the sensation too intoxicating. Heat on more heat to the point of it beginning to burn... It's much better than just the feeling of the cream they'd put on before, It is now so much more real than it was before.

I found two more gift sets that had their favorite candles in it and handed them to Jake. "They will love them." I said as he started to take them to the register. "Wait! Did you want to get Pam something?" I asked. Jake cringed. "I don't know. Should I?" he asked. "It couldn't hurt to get her something like a candle. It's not too much but it shows that you care." I explained and he nodded. I helped him pick out a large candle that I thought Pam would like. "I should get one for my Mom too." Vander added and Jake agreed.

Mark had paid $25,000 for it ten years ago. Next to each side of the bed was a matching ebony nightstand each of which supported massive candelabra containing five black candles which were all currently lit. This set had come from a castle in Ireland and had been given to Mark by a witch of some repute. Upon closer inspection the flames were small glass light bulbs, afraid of a fire Mark had them wired. The effect was made even more realistic by the fact that they were set to flicker. On the wall over each of these were paintings by none other than Megan Decosta herself, however not the successful one of today but the struggling one of twenty years ago who at the time was convinced she could