Burning Shadows Chase Cards Novels & Stories

Xavier asked. “That's why I made two hellish disasters. His family and his financial documents are all with me. What I want him to do is to focus on one thing. Anything he does, we would get him. You already know that the aim is to get Chase and not Sloane; we are just using her,” Shadow said. “You really made a good plan. But I also want you to understand that Chase is tricky. He has this gift of winning every fight, so we have to be focused on any attack we are planning against him,” Xavier said.

“I will accompany the girls.” Grayson growls. “You would disobey your Alpha?” “If it meant protecting the girls,” he replies with a nod. “Absolutely.” “You would abandon your pack and your Alpha’s orders?” Gray snarls. “I don’t see it that way,” Jace shakes his head. “How do you see it?” Bo asks. “As protecting the future of our pack. These girls are your legacy. They need protection. They definitely shouldn’t walk blindly into Crescent Shadow territory without protection, even if it is only me.”

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

So far, they encountered no creatures of the night. But there was something in the air that he could not ignore. He let out a sigh as they moved across a crossroad. From his perspective, he could see moving shadows beyond, alerting him in an instant. He gestured at his team to stay vigilant. And as if on cue, the farthest team behind led by the Sergeant opened fire. Lukas wondered what caused the weapons discharge but his attention was caught by a nearby silhouette in the close distance. He aimed at the shadow and fired with a short burst. The figure rolled across the ground before halting. Just as he expected, it was an Aswang.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

I finished sipping my wine and hurriedly left the hall before she pushed me to do unimaginable things to her. I was about to drive out when she approached me again, but this time around she was with a blue card. "What do you want?" I asked, staring at my steering. "She's not to be trusted!" My wolf said; immediately, she stretched out the blue card to me. I accepted the card and zoomed off, hopefully, I will be able to contact Amelia and find a way Amelia could leave that pack. I don't know why I am doing all this, but my heart keeps pushing me to her each time I plan on taking a step back.

From the rearview mirror, I saw Gabriel running after the car, his tie flying in the air , his face contorted with panic. I pretended not to notice. speeding down the road, my heart pounding with the excitement of the chase. This was my chance…my rare chance…to find out who this knight in shining armor really was.

The whispers around the chamber grew into a cacophony of screams. The mirrors rippled like water, and dark, wraithlike figures stepped out, their forms shifting and indistinct but their intent clear. “Shades,” Ellara said, her voice taut. “They feed on doubt and despair. Be careful!” The shades lunged, their movements erratic and lightning-fast. Zoe ducked under one’s swipe, her claws glowing with Aetherian energy as she counterattacked. The shade let out an unearthly shriek as her strike connected, dissipating into smoke.

The extravagant fireworks meant nothing to her. At ten that night, Roy watched from the car as Willow walked into an old neighborhood, her hand holding a cake from the office. He then glanced at the pile of boxes in the back seat, convincing himself that he was only there to return those overdue gifts to her because he had no reason to keep those gifts that were meant for her. With that in mind, he got out of the car. Out of nowhere, a woman in her fifties darted out of the side of the road and went straight for Willow. While lashing out, the woman grabbed Willow by her hair and slapped her across the face.