Burning Shadows Chase Cards Novels & Stories

Dad cared deeply about my mating bond—so much so that he threw a big party to celebrate it. When I got there, Thorne was already sitting down, nodding at me. Isolde was next to him, glaring at me with envy. I looked away, trying not to care. The werewolves below were all whispering and wondering. "Who do you think the princess will pick as her mate?" "Who else could it be? It's gotta be that guy from the Ashenclaw pack. I heard the princess is totally smitten with him. Even the Ashenclaw pack's alpha is getting ready for their big bonding ceremony."

Nobody's POV In the basement, the Shadows loaded their guns, put on some gloves, and protected their heads, bodies, and legs. And they were very much ready for movement. The time was 4:32pm. They headed out, driving speedily on the highways like they owned the town. Of course they did. The two huge lorries followed the SUVs. When they got to Dock Twelve, the yard appeared deadened with silence. They say silence is the calm before the storm. But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be.

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.

“You revealed it. The chaos was always there, hidden领头先发，紧接着，The Weaver vanished, her form dissolving into the void. The platform trembled, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. From the shadows of the void, figures emerged—not shadow creatures, but echoes of themselves, their faces twisted with rage and despair. Jessica saw her own echo, its eyes hollow, its hands dripping with black blood. “You can’t escape yourselves,” the Weaver said, her voice echoing through the void. “Face your shadows, or they will consume you.” The echoes lunged, and the battle began anew. Jessica fought her own shadow, its movements mirroring hers but faster, crueler. Kade’s echo wa

Emie almost throws the card away as its very number, name, and image flashes the end of every individual no matter what they will do to prevent such, as she drops the name. “The Death.” Hunting her with the image of the card with the death reaper himself, yet riding a dead horse with its full scale of armor and armory, but is an image of it skeletal from all over. She raises the card and flips it upside down into the air above and in front of her. Spinning for a while and fast, it slowly stops and completely as she calls out the names, yet somewhat a chant or a spell that rings. “The lovers.”

"The Red Blood... it’s the future. You’re the one who’s going to build the world that doesn't need a Save File. But shadows... shadows belong in the past." "Silas, don't you dare," I hissed, my heart beginning to fracture. "Don't you dare give me a 'Heroic Ending.' We’re a team. We’re the Flame and the Shadow." "And the Shadow's job is to protect the Flame from the cold," Silas said. Before I could react, he slammed his palm into my chest. He didn't use a blade; he used a **Shadow-Push**. I was launched backward, flying toward the closing portal of the farmhouse door.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

I had to pick up my pace to keep up with their determined march. When we reached the border, a group of rogues stood waiting, their expressions dripping with hostility. The tallest of them, his face marred by scars and burns, stepped forward with a sneer. “We are here to settle a score,” he growled, his gaze locking onto Asher. “This is our territory. State your business or leave.” Ash’s voice was cold, authoritative, and unyielding. “This is Blood Crescent land. Say your piece and get out.” The rogue’s grin twisted into something sinister. “Our business is with you, Darkheart. You took something that belongs to us, and we are here to take it back.” His predatory gaze flickered over to me, s

“My ankle! Now!” He turns his shocked face to me, not understanding. But he obeys – which is all that really matters, his fingers curling around my bare skin. And when Jesse begins to let his shadows unfurl, flowing from his hands and his skin in great waves, he summons not only his own power. But mine too. And Jackson’s, and Luca’s, and Gabriel’s. So that at the heart of each curl of shadow is a blue flame. The God of Darkness takes a single step back towards the darkness from which he emerged. “No,” he whispers. “Her fire – how is it…”

It was a black card with a red-eyed wolf on it. "We have to move," Caspian said, his voice tense. "The Shadows are back.” I looked at the card, and for the first time, I felt a new kind of fear. "Who are they?" I asked. "The Shadows," Caspian said. "They are coming for your heart."