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She shoved her hand forward, palm first, pushing him aside with the other. He felt her panic as her eyes turned black, shadowy tendrils coming from her, reaching out to each of them, as a larger one shot forward from her hand, straight past him. Shots fired a shot second later, but upwards, missing them, and he turned to find their attempted assailant flailing backwards as her shadows hit him square in the chest.

I felt like I was a bug trying to battle out hordes of ants to get to the other side. The more I stayed here, the more endangered Dahlia could become. Suddenly, I heard a voice roar. “Get down!” My instincts kicked in, and I followed it. As soon as I ducked down, bolts of fire started to rain down on my path, burning the Blasted Ones that crowded my way. I looked back sharply to discover a non-familiar wolf. It was golden brown with a stone in its head that shone like the midday sun. So this was how Kaist’s Shadow Rune wolf looked like. He must have already accepted the fact that he was one of us to be able to channel his second wolf.

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.

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.

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.

(gesturing to the room) “—this is war. And in war, there are no second chances.” Before Sienna could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. Both of them turned toward the window just as a shadow moved in the darkness. Enzo grabbed Sienna, his voice sharp. “Get down!” The crack of gunfire echoed through the room as chaos erupted around them.