Worth The Candle Novels & Stories

"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

Lillian found herself walking hand-in-hand with Nicholas through the square, marveling at how quickly Port Haven had become home. A vendor selling handmade candles called them over, insisting they take a moment to smell the fall-inspired scents. Laughing, they indulged, breathing in the fragrances of spiced apple, pumpkin, and pine. Lillian selected a small candle with a cinnamon scent, her favorite since childhood, and tucked it into her bag, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction from even the smallest pleasures.

When Melanie saw how he was frowning, she also gave it a try, but also couldn’t get it to turn. “That’s strange...” she mumbled. If it wasn’t supposed to turn, but it could be turned... The both of them could feel that the bottom part of the candle could be moved, and it let out a mechanical click too. “Is it something that’s already abandoned?” She proposed a theory. Jeffrey shook his head. “It’s possible. But it’s also possible that we didn’t find the right way to open it.” “Let’s go.” Jeffrey paused before saying, “The candles haven’t stopped burning, and they’re all clean, which means that someone is coming here to clean this place in short intervals. It’ll be bad if we’re discovered.”

Squinting, I stare at the candle and try to picture a wildfire. Nothing. Not even a slight spark. I wait a few moments and nothing else happens. With a huff, I sigh, unable to look King Harvey in the face. I am running out of patience with myself, and it is more appealing to toss this candle now. King Harvey takes the candle from my hands and with one click of his fangs, the candle brims to life. It is now a flame, solid orange and rising. “Thanks, really helps…” Grumbling, I look away and feel miserable.

It felt as if my blood had stopped flowing. Randall clapped his hands and chortled. "Go on. Keep the show going!" Alicia deliberately stomped on the ashes with her heels, sneering as she declared, "I can't believe you resorted to such deplorable tricks just to avoid lending the money, Gregory? You think that stuffing some random ashes into a stupid vase is enough to—"

This vulnerability lay in a specific type of celestial alignment, a conjunction of planets and stars that would occur during the upcoming full moon, a cosmic event that would weaken the entity’s power and open a window of opportunity to banish it. But the knowledge also unveiled a horrifying truth: the ritual required a sacrifice, a life given in exchange for the entity’s banishment. The cost was immense, the risk unimaginable. Lyra felt the weight of this revelation, the full burden of the choice that lay before her. The survival of her kind, of the entire world, rested on her shoulders. The silence of the Cairns was broken only by the wind’s mournful howl, a symphony of foreboding that mir

I flinched as I saw the insanely large flames of the two black candles, burning the whole wax within seconds. "Relax," Nova said calmly. "The black candles are supposed to burn the demonic energy, while the white candles should bring her peace." I smiled nervously and nodded. Perhaps the blowing-up candles shouldn't freak me out, but this day had been more than enough horrifying to make me jumpy. I took a deep breath and watched the white candles light brighter and brighter until they illuminated Marlene's body. Then the light became so strong that it began to hurt my eyes. I closed them for a second, and when I opened them again, the lights were gone, and so was Marlene's body.

A wooden stand with a large copper bowl was arranged in the center of the group, The bonder and the bounded was allocated across each other with Micheal to the side with the doc and I beside him and Mia and Isaac opposite us. Mia arranged some smooth rocks in a circular pattern then added a few pieces of wood, rose quartz crystals, and added a special oil that smelled like sweet jasmine and spice, she then lit a small fire in the bowl. We watched in amazement as Isaac passed her everything she needed before she asked for it like a twig of the willow tree was offered, along with dried and fresh snowdrop flowers, and a petal of wolfsbane flower, they both nodded when it was ready, and looked a

“Maybe because there’s nothing left to say.” Celia’s brow arched, cool and unreadable. “On the contrary, there’s everything to say. You are my daughter, Jada Rose. And you will learn that sacrifices must be made for survival.” She reached to touch Jada’s hand, but Jada pulled it back. For the first time, Jada’s voice cracked with both defiance and desperation. “You call it survival. I call it theft. You took something from me that I can never get back.” Celia’s expression hardened, but her eyes flickered, a split second of pain she tried to bury.

“Is there a store I can order something from. Lamps. Anything.” “Not in this weather.” He reached under the counter and produced a small wooden box. Inside were three thick candles, the kind that came with their own glass holder, wrapped in ribbon. “These will do. Scented. For couples.” He held them out with the satisfaction of a man solving a problem efficiently. “You and your girlfriend will enjoy the night. It will be magical.” Amanda did not correct him. I watched her not correct him and felt something warm move through my chest that I decided not to examine too closely right then.