House Of Flame And Shadow Bonus Chapters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“But I’ll make damn sure there’s nothing left of you first.” He lunged again, this time wrapping me in his shadows, chains of smoke tightening around my limbs. They burned cold, numbing, trying to smother my fire. Then I roared, and the blaze erupted outward. The chains burst like brittle twigs, golden fire ripping through his shadows, catching his fur alight. He shrieked, staggering back, rolling to smother the flames. I didn’t give him time. I crashed into him, claws tearing, fangs snapping, the world nothing but fire and shadow and blood.

Cause lately, it was no longer easy to tell the difference. Every choice I made was to protect my daughters, my blood, my name. And still, here we were. The estate was burning, my family was at war, and the Shadowborn had crossed our threshold like it was always theirs. Maybe it was. As I pushed myself up to my feet, my hands trembled slightly. The air felt too thick and too heavy to breathe in. I then went through the corridor. The power was out, so I was guided by the lighter I had taken from the guards post. The flame wasn’t lasting. It flickered, like it also wanted to leave this place as well.

““The fire and the shadow are two sides of the same coin. One cannot exist without the other. To truly balance them, one must understand both.” Lira looked up. “Meaning what? We need to find more shadows to play with?” “Meaning we’re not done.” Elara closed the journal, her gaze turning to the window, where the moon hung full and bright. “The fire is just the beginning. And whatever comes next… we’ll be ready.” Ellie’s flame flickered, casting a warm glow over their faces, and for a moment, all was quiet. Ready or not, the next chapter was coming.

What they don't say is what happens after. What happens after is this. Just this. And it is more than enough. THE END SHADOWBORN: The Rise of the Dragon Wolf

When the last piece came off, Tobias shook violently. "I can feel it," he gasped. "The fire. It wants out." "Then let it out. In small amounts. Controlled." I held out my hand. "Send a thread of fire into my palm. Just a thread." "I will burn you." "I am Shadowborn. Fire is part of me. You cannot burn me." Hesitantly, he extended his hand toward mine. A thin stream of white-hot flame emerged. It was intense. Hotter than any fire I had felt before. But I held steady, letting my own power absorb and redirect it. "Good. Now pull it back."

The word was hard and I trailed my fingers over him, knowing these symbols sometimes meant there was a thick scar which has been covered but somehow, I was still fascinated by every one of them. Maybe because I already knew he was far from been a good boy because it was obviously a gunshot scar but the tattoo was a burning flame. “Tell me what one means.” “No.” I couldn’t stop touching him not only because he was hands-down the sexiest man I’d ever seen but because he was the most fascinating cold-mannered professional on the outside, and a dirty-playing criminal below the surface. I wrapped my hand around the flame tattoo on his arm. “This one, please tell me what this one means and then I’

He shouts as I reach the door. "Flames" I say clearly over my shoulder, before opening the door and moving inside out of the crisp night air. *********************** Twenty minutes later, I'm back at the bar, waiting to get the attention of the busy bar staff when I hear a voice. "So...Flames, was it?" The smug voice asks. "It was" I confirm, my eyes not turning to look at him.

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.

“Once there was a cruel alpha who knotted a girl under the blood moon. He made the whole pack watch while he took her. Then he called her weak and threw her into the night like trash. But the girl didn’t die. She grew claws. She grew shadows. And she raised two little wolves who would one day make him kneel.” Lila’s eyes glowed. “And then what?” “And then,” Aria said, kissing each forehead, “Mommy made sure no one ever hurt her babies again.” She waited until their breathing evened out before slipping out. In the main room she poured herself a glass of cheap whiskey and checked the security feeds. Another night, another contract. A rival rogue alpha had put a bounty on her head last week,ten