Ignited Shadow Freddy Novels & Stories

"Don't! Physical attacks won't work. Only phoenix fire can—" The Shadow Walker's hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me off the ground. Its touch was ice, burning cold that made my flames sputter. "The Shadow King sends his regards," it hissed, breath like rotting meat. "You will make a fine addition to his collection." I grabbed its wrist, channeling phoenix fire through my palms. The creature shrieked, dropping me, its arm dissolving where I'd touched. "Impressive," it snarled as shadows reformed its limb. "But you're untrained, uncontrolled."

The shadow doesn’t even notice. I slam a palm against the shadow over her head, snatching it away before it can hurt her. It’s like putty against my fingers—solid but fluid, colder than a piece of ice. My own shadows flare wildly at their brethren’s proximity, but I grit my teeth and ignore the sudden roiling movement of my marks. Squeezing tightly, I jerk the shadow away from the wall and slam it onto the stove, while I use my other hand to turn on the burner. There’s a soft click, and then a small ring of flame flares up, making the shadow screech. I don’t release it until it catches fire. I leave the shadow smoldering on the burner and leap away, searching for the next threat. A black sha

There was a series of powerful kicks. The inertia of the motorcycles, combined with Frederick's powerful kicks, sent the thugs flying through the air. As Jordan watched the scene, he opened his mouth in astonishment. He couldn't believe that it was possible to kick people whilst riding a bike. Moreover, was that kicking move the legendary Shadowless Kick? Jean waved her fist in excitement and shouted to Frederick, "Frederick, you're amazing! You're the best!" Jordan responded with a sneer. "Hehe, what's the big deal if he's still going to lose?"

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

He sighed, “Drug dealers, Arms lords, Traffickers, it’s the full work there.” “You’re not serious.” I frowned. “Do I look like I’m fooling around with you, Grey?” “Then drive faster!” “Fuck, woman. I’m right here. I can hear you, no need to scream in my ear.” He answered, obviously pissed. “I’m sorry, I just…” “Nothing would happen to your friend, I assure you of that. If Vitaly got a hold of her then she not too long arrived at the trap house.” “Well, good.” I felt relieved, a bit.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Jake asked, sounding as bewildered as the situation. I chuckled and smirked slightly, “Well… While I was unconscious I could still hear everything that was going on around me and I was able to mind link Jake. I recovered before Shadow did and that’s why I was still unconscious. I heard the argument between Jake and him and that made me suspicious. So since Shadow had just woken up, we tapped into his mind and after listening for a good while his motives were clear, his reasons not really, but I knew what he wanted to achieve. Shadow was awake and after a few days she regained her strength enough for us to wake up. I was awake since last night, but stayed put for the sake of this plot.” I dis

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

The tiny flame trembled between her fingers. "I turned on the gas before you got here," she whispered, almost giddy. "So, Mallory... how about you stay my punching bag in the next life, too?" Her smile widened, and I felt my head droop. The room started to blur. Suddenly, flames erupted before my eyes. I smashed the coffee cup against the floor and grabbed a broken shard, dragging it across my thigh hard enough for the pain to cut through the fog. I was bleeding badly, but I still managed to shove Irene away and limp toward the door.