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.

“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

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.

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

He approached the altar, bowed to the skeleton, and then struck out with a palm, shattering it to pieces. The netherflame burst forth, whipping and spinning wildly through the air. At the same time, from the second floor, all those countless glowing fish surged upward, flooding toward the netherflame. So, that was it. Those so-called "fish" were nothing more than shadows cast by the netherflame. That was why no matter how Gideon tried to grab them, he couldn't catch a single one back in the deep sea. All the shadows merged together. The netherflame swelled in size, making Brantley's expression turn grim.

She took a deep breath and took Lu’s hand. They left the house without a word. She didn’t look back, but held tightly to her bag and to Lu. She heard the rumble of flames as they erupted behind her. Knew the fire was gnawing at the skeleton of its structure. She bit her lip, concentrating, and called up a fierce wind that fed the fire. She felt the heat at her back, saw her shadow dance before her. Wild and free and fierce. Her shadow had a knife in its hand that glowed like the divine guiding star. She had never known shadows could smile before.

I swallowed hard, my earlier despair and disappointment vanishing like white smoke in an unwavering aura. They were here. My brothers-in-shadows. “Holla trouble maker. It's just a few hours since admitted and you are already forcing our legs out in the open.” shadowflame said, sliding in the seat beside me. I gave a bitter smile, My face burning at his words. “confusing right?” Shadowflame said casually, slinging his arms over my neck as if that was the most normal thing to do in the world. It took me a moment to realise what he was asking.