House Of Flame And Shadow Bonus Chapters นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Its presence pressed against my mind, oily and invasive. Storm-born, it hissed, voice slithering directly into my skull. You chose the flame. You could have ruled. Lightning exploded from my palm before I consciously decided to move. The shadow screamed—not a sound, but a vibration that rattled my bones—as it disintegrated into ash and smoke. Elara didn’t flinch. She stepped forward as the next shadow lunged, her hand lifting gracefully. “Burn,” she whispered. Fire bloomed—not wild, not consuming, but precise. White-hot threads wrapped around the creature, constricting until it collapsed inward, imploding into nothing.

the defiance of every warrior who had faced the dark.The creature roared, a sound that shook the foundations. But I didn’t falter. I swung again and again, each blow a promise: You will not take us.Clara’s flame joined me, a searing light that wrapped around Shadowborne like a second sun. Together, we drove the creature back.One final swing—runeblade and flame united—and the darkness shrieked, unraveling like a scream.Silence fell.I stood panting, Shadowborne’s runes guttering like embers. Clara’s flame flickered in her trembling hand.“Ryker,” she whispered. “We did it.”“For now,” I said grimly. The map burned against my chest. “But there’s more waiting. The stronghold Seris spoke of—that’s

"Hey everyone, thanks for your patience! I had to take some time away, but I’m back now and excited to continue the story. I’ll be uploading multiple chapters to make up for the break. Hope you enjoy!" Chapter 16 *********** “Shadows of Trust” Alera's POV

The fire isn’t exposing my truth. It’s answering it. Gasps echo. Someone stumbles back. Even Damien straightens sharply, eyes narrowing. Riven’s voice is choked. “Aria…?” Shadow gathers around my wrist like a vine made of smoke. It spirals upward, weaving into the flames until they no longer look like fire at all—they look like a crown. A crown made for me. The chamber shakes. Rhys shouts in panic, “This isn’t possible! Blood Flames burn the unworthy—they don’t—”

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Victory's glow in Chapter 25 sealed with a final love scene under stars, Alya and Kael's bodies entwining, tattoos blazing, passion a testament to growth. Veyra’s escape in Chapter 26 left a curse, her red eyes vowing revenge, while Soren's prophecy shadowed the dawn: "A greater darkness rises—the eternal crescent calls new blood." It hooked for Book 2, Alya's growth sealed, the pack united but forever changed.

The one she swore she’d never open unless she had to. It wasn’t really a book anymore at all. It used to be, once — long ago, before water and smoke and teeth and panic had worked on it. Now it was a block. Thick and lopsided, bound in mismatched leather, edges burned and split. Half the pages were gone, charred to curls. The writing that remained had bled in places, ink like old blood, symbols Baylee didn’t recognize, stuttering between languages that shouldn’t have sat together.

"Thank you. For being willing to break the bond. To sacrifice everything. Even though you didn't have to." "I'd do it again in a heartbeat. You're worth it." I drifted off to sleep feeling safer than I had in weeks. The corruption was gone. The Shadow Court was denied. I was cured. We'd won. I woke to screaming. Not mine. Coming from outside. Caspian was already at the window. "Shit." "What? What is it?" He didn't answer. Just grabbed my hand and pulled me to look. The city was burning again. But not like before. This fire was different. Black flames that didn't spread naturally. Magic flames that consumed stone as easily as wood.

Forbidden Flames Chapter 1: The Return to Shadows The narrow road leading into Willowbrook felt like stepping back in time. I had left this sleepy village years ago, chasing bigger dreams in the city, only to return with those dreams shattered and a heavy inheritance weighing on my shoulders. My grandmother’s old house sat at the edge of the woods, its windows dark and welcoming at the same time. I parked my car and sat for a moment, gripping the steering wheel. Coming back here meant facing more than memories. It meant facing the men I had never truly forgotten.