Flame Shadows Novels & Stories

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

The Edge of Shadows The bitter wind howled through the ruined valley, carrying with it the scent of ash and despair. Saraphina tightened her grip on John’s trembling hand, feeling the coldness seeping through his skin. The chasm beneath them pulsed with an eerie blue flame that danced like restless spirits trapped between worlds. Around them, the remnants of a once-majestic temple lay in shattered ruin, broken pillars and scorched stone telling silent stories of betrayal and bloodshed.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

I look up at him. “What was that?” I ask, and he smiles at me, the fire around his irises melting away. “Shadow fire.” He answers softly, then closes his eyes once again. “I’ve never seen it before,” my tone matches his. “Have you always been able to do that?” “No, it’s a recent development, and by recent, I mean three years. I’m trying to get a hang of it, but I haven’t been able to control it. I control shadows, manipulate them as I please. Everything that is a shadow is mine, but shadow fire is difficult to wield, and it’s taking far longer to control, even longer than controlling souls; people.”

Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag. With a mocking sneer, I said, "You should feel guilty. My dear husband chose to save his old flame while leaving his actual wife to fend for herself. If I were to spread the word, do you think the two of you would be drowned in public outrage?" Celestine stiffened for a moment at my words, but she quickly recovered and suddenly lunged toward the wall as if to bash her head against it. "Let me die! Let me die! It's my fault Ophelia got burned. I'll compensate her with my life!"

The Shadow God smiled, baring endless rows of teeth. “Then come, little Luna. Let us see if you are worthy of your title.” The void shook as he raised a hand, summoning tendrils of shadow. Iris summoned her twin flames, golden and black intertwining in her palms. Light and darkness collided in a shockwave that tore through the realm.

Frost laced across the stone beneath her boots in thin, creeping fractures. The ancient trees groaned. Leaves nearest her curled inwards, darkening at the edges. The moonlight dimmed, swallowed by the glow of that impossible fire. It burned without consuming, without smoke and without mercy. Shadows leaned towards it, drawn and distorted, as the flame commanded even the absence of light. Riven did not step back. But his dagger hummed faintly at his side. The violet edge flared brighter, and for a heartbeat, the air itself felt thin, strained, like glass about to shatter.

Scared Maya hides behind a nearby shelf as the storekeeper gets the men out of the store. Maya, still feeling scared, stays in her hiding spot at the back of the store, her mother at the front calls for her since she is ready to leave. As Maya gets ready to come out of her hiding spot the back door of the store opens and a bottle of liquid with a flaming cloth in the neck. As it hits the ground the old building quickly goes up in flames starting from the back of the building trapping Maya.

Their voices braided, a howl and an incantation, tearing the air open. Their joined blood ignited. It was not fire as mortals knew it. It was creation flame—burning shadow, stitching broken laws of nature. The eclipse reached its darkest point, and in that blackness their light blazed. Wolves stilled, every howl choked into reverent silence. Witches lifted their heads, eyes clear as the Hollow’s whispers died. The phantom clawed once more, desperate. But the flame consumed it, sealing it in a circle of light. Shadow crumbled into dust, scattering across the sky like stars.

I reach deeper, indulging into forbidden spells and bringing them forth into existence. Fire bursts out of my palms, striking with different colours of flames, and I send it towards him. Doomsblood creates his own flame, swooshing with shadows and terrifying sounds of perished souls. The sound entails wailing souls and I can tell they want to swallow me whole. My fire against his shadows. As I burn brighter, he burns darker. My light brightens one half of the globe. His darkens the other half. He growls louder. I shrill tighter.