Flame Shadows Novels & Stories

Vincent roared, his claws tearing into the walls of the shadows, sending black dust flying out as the eyes shrank back in fear. “Then I’ll seal every window with blood!” he said fiercely. The corridor shook with his fury as he slashed again, tearing through faces that vanished instantly; yet for every strike, two more eyes opened elsewhere. Camela cried out, “Vincent, you can’t fight him that way! Shadows don’t bleed!” His chest heaved as golden flames flickered in his eyes. “Then I’ll burn them,” he responded. He dug his claws into the floor, dragging out sparked flames from thin air. Fire spread up his arms, reaching his shoulders as the shadows pulled back with shrieks of terror.

The entire forest lit up brightly as the flames burned hotter, swallowing up the Reaper. It struggled to free itself, but it was futile. The flames covered it whole, burning brighter and brighter as Shadow's roar intensified. Suddenly the creature combusted, sending out a powerful wave and a splatter of black flesh. The flames slammed into the forest, setting the trees on fire. In the end, all that was left of the Reaper was a black gooey substance which burned quietly on the ground. The sky opened up and a light rain began, putting out the flames in the trees. Shadow remained on the spot, his hands curled into tight fists, his entire body and wings still covered in flames.

“There is no room for error. One stray thread of fire and you burn her along with the invader.” “I won’t burn her. Not with this flame.” He said it without a flicker of doubt, without bravado, without any of the performance the old Keanu would have wrapped around it. It was a fact, stated plainly by a man who had earned the right to state it. “The azure flame doesn’t work the way my gold does. It doesn’t burn what I aim it at. It finds what doesn’t belong and it unmakes it, and it cannot touch what does. That’s what I spent weeks in that mountain learning. Not how to aim. How to know.” He looked at me then, and his amber eyes were steady as bedrock. “The flame will know my sister. I promise

In a way this prepared me for the mania that would come, the fear that would undoubtedly paralyse me where I stood. The shadows slunk along the stone pathways of my home, hissing as they slithered like indiscernible snakes around the structures of town. They singed the ground beneath them, the air around them growing thick and warm as the world burned. I felt myself gasping for air as the embers in the shadow's wake begain to flutter as the flames caught. Smoke was billowing all around me now, thick and black against the midnight of the slinking shadows.

The darkness coiled around them like a living entity, and the battle began in earnest. Flameheart stood at the entrance of the desolate realm, the atmosphere heavy with twisted energies. The ground was barren, cracked, and parched, while shadows danced menacingly, whispering secrets of despair. From the darkness emerged the first wave of foes. The Shadowborn, dark humanoid figures with elongated limbs and razor-sharp claws, their eyes glowing with malice. “Come forth, Flameheart!” Ambrosia shouted, her voice echoing as she summoned dark energies, tendrils of shadow reaching towards him.

William announced and took the ten best fighters along with him and hoped in their vehicles with weapons. ... There was the sound of an owl in the distance. The blazing sun became murked with the smoky clouds. The once calm sky appeared dense and turbulent with the deafening thunders. The smell of a bonfire danced in the air. Maahir is on the lawn while talking on the phone when three vehicles halted with a loud screech. Hearing the sound, his posture stiffened in a second. With furrowed brows, he turned around and scrutinized the surroundings. A tall man with a well-built body stepped out of the car.

However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face. That is, until Corrine runs over, and just as Cody spins around to face the young woman, she shoves him right into the fire. Cody screams, as he falls, ass first, right onto the flames. His green eyes momentarily lit with fear. Corrine just flicks her long dark hair with a bronze hand and prances off with a grin on her face. David, Tony and Alazaer burst into fits of laughter. The Omegas, still laughing, help Cody out of the fire, who yanks off his brown jacket and olive colored beanie, aggressively throwing them into the dirt. When he’s standing again, Alazaer claps

Her shadows twisted, trying to reach past the flames, but it was no use. I smirked. This was my advantage. She wasn’t expecting it. She was trying to stretch her shadows, but fire blurred her vision, obscured her control. Shadows weren’t like fire—they needed surfaces to stretch across. She couldn’t reach me. And that was all I needed. While the entire crowd thought I was standing behind the flames—waiting—I wasn’t. I was already moving. With my heightened beast strength, I pushed off the ground at a speed no human should have. A blur in the firelight. The moment my flames rose, I used the cover to close the gap instantly.