Shadow Spin Dash Novels & Stories

I look up at him. “What was that?” I ask, and he smiles at me, the fire around his irises melting away. “Shadow fire.” He answers softly, then closes his eyes once again. “I’ve never seen it before,” my tone matches his. “Have you always been able to do that?” “No, it’s a recent development, and by recent, I mean three years. I’m trying to get a hang of it, but I haven’t been able to control it. I control shadows, manipulate them as I please. Everything that is a shadow is mine, but shadow fire is difficult to wield, and it’s taking far longer to control, even longer than controlling souls; people.”

“Yes. There are two rules for sinners. First, they can’t be away from the passport for more than one kilometer.” “What happens if they did–” He recalled the news that contained the explosion of the sinner due to the passport. “Will they explode?” Shadow clapped like a seal and giggled. “Correct.” “How?” Will we explode if we lose our passports too? “Don’t be ridiculous. I will not sabotage my family like that. Before the game, all sinners had to drink one tea that contained my blood.” Everything started to make sense in his head. Shadow’s blood was extremely rare and special. Her blood could serve as her lethal weapon including exploding themselves regardless of where they were. Even Shadow

Shane’s arm wrapped around my waist as he led me out the door. I could help but whistle when we stopped in front of an all-black Mercedes-AMG G-Class SUV. Twenty-two-inch wheels that complement the body accents in matte black and vertical chrome grille bars evoke the Mercedes-AMG racing heritage. She was lifted and massive. This car was far from cheap. “Like her? She’s my newest addition,” Shane growled in my ear. “Do I?” I laugh. “She’s a beauty.” Liam jumped into the driver’s side and turned her on. Devin sighed and hopped into the passenger’s side. Shane walked over and pulled open the door for me. Offering me his hand, I reached out and took it as I sat inside.

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.

"I know. I still need an eternity to get glammed up and slip into my dress. You go on with James. Don't keep Mom and the Elders waiting—you know how pumped she is to see him." Right on cue, the head of the guards outside announced that the old Luna was already on her way, clearing any doubts Malcolm had left. "Be quick," he said, scooping up James and heading for the door. Elaine, looking pleased as punch, straightened her silver gown and tossed a snooty scoff my way. "Malcolm, James, and I are the real deal—a family of three. Someone like you, who can't even have pups, has no business standing next to Malcolm."

Amelia said. "I'm not saying....." Amelia didn't wait for me to finish before she interrupted me. "I can just book an Uber and walk outside myself if you insist," Amelia said. "You will get lost. Oh, you think I go outside and come back inside with an ordinary eye, right? This forest rotates around itself. You can take the path at the back of the house towards the tarred road and come back through the front path," I said, trying to scare her off and she fell for it immediately with the way she held my clothes.

I wrapped my fingers tightly around the metal safety bar beneath the seat before glancing up toward the side mirror, only to find his eyes already locked intently onto mine, watching me closely through the reflective glass. The corner of his lips quirked upward into a devastatingly handsome smirk before his foot slammed down firmly on the kickstarter. The moment the engine roared to life and he accelerated down the dirt path, a sudden gust of wind whipped across my face, forcing my eyes shut for a brief moment.

The black SUV smelled of leather, wolfsbane, and barely contained rage. Aria sat in the middle row, wrists bound with spelled silver cuffs that burned like acid against her skin. Luka and Lila were strapped in on either side of her, small bodies tense but silent. Their eyes glowed faintly in the dark interior,Luka’s shadows flickering at his fingertips, Lila’s tiny claws digging into the seat.