Burning Shadows Chase Cards Novels & Stories

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

She’s great with her magic and has a deep knowledge of plants and how to use and grow them. Ezekiel had stronger shadows, barely weakened by her flames. He and Shay would give us tips on when best to shoot her flames and where. Apparently, there were certain weak spots inside a shadow. I needed to find the spots that looked the lightest, ones that seemed more gray than black. If I shot my flames there, the shadow would disappear. It seemed simple enough, but most of the time, the shadows were so fast, there was no way for me to hit it before it hit me.

one of the shadow demons said, voice slimy and smokey at the same time. “Then they are lost to us,” a vampire said. “Our glorious leader won’t be pleased,” another shadow said. The group left, and Hunter and Chase followed it through the woods. They were trackers, after all. They followed them to a bunch of parked cars near a road. “We’re going to lose them,” Chase said. “We can track them if we put one of our phones in one of the cars,” Hunter said.

she mindlinked, opening the channel to the group. Lucas’s chestnut wolf surged to the center, his golden eyes sharp with focus. “The Nightshade Pack is among the oldest, rivaling Silver Moon and Shadowfang in legacy,” he began, his voice clear through the link. “Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. Legend says they fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir split off to form Nightshade, carving a vast territory in the wilderness. He was a warrior of unmatched skill, his pack fiercely loyal and tied to the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, draw power from the earth itself, making them formidable

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The shadow doesn’t even notice. I slam a palm against the shadow over her head, snatching it away before it can hurt her. It’s like putty against my fingers—solid but fluid, colder than a piece of ice. My own shadows flare wildly at their brethren’s proximity, but I grit my teeth and ignore the sudden roiling movement of my marks. Squeezing tightly, I jerk the shadow away from the wall and slam it onto the stove, while I use my other hand to turn on the burner. There’s a soft click, and then a small ring of flame flares up, making the shadow screech. I don’t release it until it catches fire. I leave the shadow smoldering on the burner and leap away, searching for the next threat. A black sha

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

"Then we destroy the body. We burn it. We scatter the ashes. We throw them into the river. We make sure there is nothing left. Nothing to wake. Nothing to free. Nothing to fear." "No," Cassian said. His voice was sharp, final, the voice of an alpha who had made a decision and would not be moved. "The shadow is bound to his blood. The king bound it to him when they made their bargain, when Marcus sold his soul for power. If we destroy the body, the shadow will be freed. It will not die. It will only find a new vessel. It will come for Ravenna. It will come for the pack. It will come for all of us. It will never stop hunting."

More pronounced this time. Thor grabbed my arm. “Senna,” he said, his voice low. “I think that’s a…” his voice trailed off. I finished the sentence for him. “A wisp.” The black shadow moved again. There was no denying it now. It was a wisp all right. Wisps were engineered for the games. I’d heard the horror stories about them. Shadow like beasts that hunted wolves. When they got close enough, they entered your body and went straight to your mind. They made you crazy. They made you kill yourself.

Baron’s mocking voice echoes across the battlefield. The moment he taunts me, I rush toward him in my human form. His hands lift slightly, and the metal beams behind him begin to tremble. With a groaning sound, the steel bends and tears apart. He hurls the heavy pieces toward me with terrifying force. I dodge each one, feeling my instincts sharpen. Every heartbeat strengthens my senses. The shadows around us come alive, reaching for me like loyal allies. They wrap around my body and lift me, carrying me through the air. I move faster, striking from the darkness, using the night to cloak my attacks. The shadows trap the vampires who try to escape, consuming them in silence.