Flame Shadows Novels & Stories

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.”

The sun dropped lower, the shadows lengthened and greedy fingers stretched into her circle of light, she grabbed more wood, tripping on roots in her haste, dragging it back and piling it on to the fire, it roared higher than she would usually feel safe having it, but still the dark seemed to breathe closer. And then, from the corner of her eye, she saw it...One of the shapes stepped forward, right up to the rim of the firelight. The glow revealed nothing solid, just an impression, like smoke that that been given form. It lingered for a moment, testing, before recoiling with a sinister hiss that scraped across her ears. Another pressed in from the opposite side, bold enough to reach toward he

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

I freeze, my heart slamming against my ribs as the flames shift, twisting, stretching, forming the shape of a figure. My breath catches… The shadow is there, inside the fire, standing tall, watching. Its lips do not move, but I hear it. Elixir. I drop the knife. It clatters against the wooden table, and the sound is loud, too loud. Liora flinches. "What’s wrong?" I shake my head. "Nothing." But my pulse tells a different story. The fire settles, the shadow melting back into the flames, disappearing as quickly as it came.