Flame Shadows Novels & Stories

The cave carved into the heart of the Mountain of Darkness glowed faintly, lit by a fire that was no fire at all. Its flames burned pale blue, casting long, eerie shadows that writhed against the cavern walls like living things. The stone dripped with moisture, its veins glimmering faintly as though the mountain remembered the blood and battles buried in its bones. Freya sat close to the unnatural fire, its glow brushing warmth against her chilled skin, but no flame could quiet the storm inside her chest. The shadows seemed to lean closer, listening, watching as though the mountain itself hungered for her response to what had been revealed.

When I walked out of the doctor's office with my test results, the hospital's advertisement screen played the scene of Brandon proposing to me. Under a dazzling starry sky, deep blue fireworks lit up the night. He wore a white suit and kneeled in a rose garden, opening a box with a diamond ring inside. The scene was so beautiful that it looked like something straight out of a romance drama. I overheard some patients' family members chatting with a nurse. "I'm really so jealous of Ms. Pace. Meeting a man like Mr. Foster is the luck of eight lifetimes."

The baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

—she shot a glare at Tora, who was already bouncing on her toes—“let’s figure out how we can actually trap these things.” “They’re shadows,” Isolde said, her tone precise. “No flesh. No soul. They don’t feel pain. They don’t even bleed. That means normal combat won’t work.” “I call dibs on the illusions,” Chelsea added, tapping her fingers together. “I can make them think there are five of us, then twenty, then a whole circus of distraction. Shadows are stupid—stupid and predictable.” Nalia tilted her head, flames dancing faintly at her fingertips. “We can guide them with fire… not to burn them, but to herd them. Heat and light can manipulate their paths. We push them toward traps.”

I asked while glaring at George. "Dirty secrets!" George said and winked at me, making me want to puke. "Huh! Stop pulling her legs George! Now let's start our game!" Hailey exclaimed. Tom started spinning the bottle which stopped pointing at Hailey. "Truth or dare?" Tom asked Hailey. I took a bottle of water and struggled to open its cap with a single hand. Sensing my struggle, Hailey loosened her grip on my other hand, still not releasing it. I sighed and opened the cap while hearing her say "Truth."

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

Since she was kidnapped and brought to Darkside, she had never left her room, so she was somewhat confused and worried. There was no one outside, very quiet. Suddenly from a room to Sylvia's left hand came a loud sound like something heavy had fallen to the ground. Sylvia's heart felt like it was going to jump out of her chest from fear. She was still hesitating whether she should continue or return to her room when suddenly the door of the other room opened. A huge black shadow enveloped Sylvia. “Is it you? Want to run away?” The voice was unmistakably familiar – her ferocious god, Liam was standing next to Sylvia. Hot breath tickled the nape of her neck.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

Patricia collapsed to her knees, hands clamped to her skull, keening through clenched teeth. But Gloria did not falter. Her veil slipped from her head, falling to the ground. Her face was bare, luminous with hunger and devotion. The air burned her lungs, seared her eyes, but she inhaled it like perfume, let it sting her tongue like wine. And then — he was there. Not fully. Not yet. But his outline formed from smoke and flame, a vast shadow taking shape. Wings curled like mountains folded against themselves, his frame cloaked in fire. The sheer weight of him bent the chamber, pressing the air thin.

It was more of a shadowy wind that slowly encircled The Arena, surrounding us with bright darkness. I looked up and the sky could no longer be seen. But I can still distinguish the white glowing orb behind Karlos’ power as the moon in its waxing form. Noises then came from all directions. I can see why. Shadow Flame does not act like fire. It acts like an amplifier of Jason’s mirage. Images of Hearteaters surround us. It felt so real yet it was not. I close my eyes and the shouts around me is a heart-wrenching harmony.