House Of Flame And Shadow Bonus Chapter Novels & Stories

But now, it hums in my veins, a melody threaded between shadow and flame. And it’s killing me. The Shadowfire writhes around me like a wounded animal. It used to obey every thought, bending to my rage. Now it stutters, resisting both command and destruction. Every time I summon darkness, light flickers through it, gold and crimson tangled like two hearts that refuse to separate. I stare at the flame cupped in my hand. Half of it burns to consume. The other half… feels. “This is what he did,” I whisper. “The boy infected me.”

My eyes seek out the flames first, and only then do I take notice of the shadowy black mist pouring out of Alaric, like an inky black abyss, it swallows up the flames, leaving him completely unharmed. I am left stunned by the power of the shadow element. The only element that is even more rare than fire. The shadowy black mist is still pouring out of him, even with the flames extinguished. It extends from Alaric, surrounding me on all sides and enveloping me, leaving a chilling trail wherever it touched.

The heat flared under my skin, like the child was responding to my fear. Then I saw it. A shadow, long, thin, almost human, crawling across the wall of my room, even though there was no light to cast it. And just as I opened my mouth to scream, I heard a soft, feminine whisper: “The fire doesn’t belong to you. It never did.” The shadow darted toward me, and I felt it reach for the fire inside my belly. The shadow’s clawed fingers reached for my stomach, and I barely had time to scream before the fire inside me surged.

"I just destroyed the only way out. Now, we stay in the dark together... until there’s nothing left to burn." (Watch out for Chapter 218) 💬 Please add to your library | Drop your Comment/ Reviews | Your Gifts mean so much to me. Thank you, readers.

Serena shrieked, her voice cracking. Elara took out a lighter she had prepared in her handbag. Click. A blue flame shot up, reflecting her ice-cold face. Whoosh! The canvas, soaked in alcohol, was instantly engulfed in flames. The oil paint crackled and popped under the intense heat. Screams echoed through the hall. Elara stood before the raging fire, microphone in hand. Below her was everything she couldn't let go of in her past life: her biased parents, her fiancé who only spoke of love.

“Then let’s burn together, Elena. I’ll protect you as much as I can. I swear it.” Elena felt her orgasm building fast and dangerously intense. Her thighs trembled with effort, her inner walls clenching tightly around his thick length as she rode him with desperate need. Every grind sent powerful jolts through her swollen clit and deep inside her core. “I’m so close,” she moaned, grinding harder and faster. The slick, wet heat between them felt obscene and perfect. “Fuck, Marcus, I’m about to—” The lecture hall door suddenly creaked open loudly, the sound cutting through the air like a gunshot.

Javi then looked out at the view … there was a breathtaking view from the top of this hill. After a few minutes lost in his thoughts he went to the car and got something. He came back and put the cards in the tin. He then took out a lighter and lit them up. I smiled, feeling like this was the ultimate ending to this chapter. “I was one of her biggest doubters,” Javi said. We watched them burn, and Javi dropped it back in the little hole I had dug, and covered up the ashes.

he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. A/N: Chapter 71 is skippable. [Bonus Chapter 01]

Jets of flame would erupt unexpectedly from the walls and floor, and molten lava would cascade from above like deadly waterfalls. Allan’s shadow manipulation proved indispensable here. He created shadow pathways, allowing the group to traverse the traps safely. His shadows absorbed the heat and provided a cool respite in the sweltering environment. Meanwhile, Elara continued to manipulate the flames, guiding them away from their path and quelling any fire-based threats they encountered.