Burning Shadows Chase Cards Novels & Stories

Suddenly, a mournful cry echoed through the night. A dark shadow flashed through the air, its fangs sinking into a deer's throat in an instant. With a swift leap, it vanished into the darkness, moving as fast as a bolt of lightning. Chase narrowed his eyes. That shadow carried an aura of murderous intent and brutality. Deep within it, a faint crimson flame flickered—a flame tinged with blood. "That's… the Heavenly Flame!" His pupils constricted. Somehow, a Heavenly Flame had been born in this barren wilderness.

I cannot bear to lose this match. Taking a glance at his surroundings, he was about to put his fingers under his sleeve to pull out the card, deceiving the others, when suddenly Shadow put the ace card and the face card on the table, in front of her opponent. "Blackjack" Shadow declared as she gazed at her opponents who seemed to be thunderstruck. Jace gasped at the unexpected loss. Never did he guess that his best friend would lose a match against an assassin. "Now it's given that Weylin Turner will merge his business with Blake Turner," the old master's face beamed with joy. Turning towards his subordinate, he smiled. "Well done, Shadow! I am so proud of you."

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

It’s just not her forte listening to someone who couldn’t keep their feet from moving. “In the actual game, each net will be enchanted. This enchantment will attract shadows. Take note that it will attract all shadows that were near the premise, which means that all the team is vulnerable. It’s also part of the goal to protect your team’s shadow from being captured by the net. If you failed to do so, and all your team’s shadow have been caught, the game ends even if there’s still time. I’ll also take the time to remind you that captured shadow is equals to a ten point deduction to your points.”

That was when something wholly unexpected happened. She was reaching for the were's chains again when she saw the darkness around her hands begin to grow . . . deeper. Yes, "deeper" was the only thing that made sense. Shamira could see in any darkness, except that blackness which now encircled her hands resisted even her vision. Total darkness, cold and hard. It crept along her hands, then began to extend from her fingers like . . . claws. Shane's words echoed in her mind. First was the Shadow Healing, then the Shadow Jumping and Shadow Sight. The fourth Shadow Aspect was called the Shadow Claws. Four Aspects, mean the fifth --

Asked Nick. “It will be here in this city at our hidden underground spot. It will be tomorrow, and you'll have to be there. This deal is important for us, as it's with the second most powerful mafia family.” “I got it. I'll take care of it.” “One thing more, I have found the news that the intelligence team has some clues about you, and now they are finding a way to catch you. You have to be extra careful, I am sure that the news about our deal, would reach to their ears. I do believe that we have a rat between us, and it's time to find that rat.” Said Maverick with a wink.

Why was there this feeling I cannot explain when I look at him? In that instant, he flashed his gaze at me and I fell entirely succumbed to whatever my mind swallowed me in. My head ached for a moment trying to think about him. ‘Let it go, Becky.’ The soft voice of my shadow calmed me. Devereux wasn't important right now. My brother was. And I had to find him. After they disappeared into the swarm of people, Leighton got in the car. “You seem quite tense.” As much as I wanted to deny that, I couldn't help but inquire about Archer, “Who is he, Marc?"

His eyes told me everything. I would regret it. Deeply. Forever. The chandelier light caught the edge of his jaw, gilding his face in cruel perfection. His aura pressed down on me, relentless, terrifying. And for the first time, I understood why Elena had forced me to whisper his name over and over, to practice silence like a prayer. It wasn’t preparation. It was a warning. Because once Marcelo Bernardo set his eyes on you, he owned you. And you could never say his name again.