Shadow X Blaze Novels & Stories

Just the quiet snap of bone and groans muffled by trained hands. I stood once the area was clear and gestured toward the warehouse. “Plant the charges. We’ll light it from the north side. I want him to see the flames from his goddamn mansion.” As the explosives were placed and the team moved into position, Zayn looked at me. “You ever worry that this… rage of yours might swallow you whole?” I met his gaze, unwavering. “No. I worry it won’t burn hot enough.” The final moment came quickly. With everything in place, I approached the main door, flicking the lighter open. The flame flickered against the wind, small and deadly.

I said. Meridia and I turned around to see undead inklings walking towards us “Fragmenters, undead remnants of Shattered Inkopolis” I said as I grab a fused weapon of the X-Blade from Kingdom Hearts and Dawnbreaker from Elder Scrolls B: Skyrim known as the Blade of Dawn. I look at Meridia holding her beacon filled with her light “let’s deal with these Fragmenters first before we continue” I said.

Her actions became wild and unpredictable, driven by a rage that seemed to know no bounds. "It's too fucking late!" she shrieked, her voice like a razor's edge, slicing through the air. With a swift, almost casual gesture, she flicked her wrist, unleashing a blast of dark energy that incinerated the remaining Necromancers. Blaze's screams were cut short as he was consumed by the inferno, his body reduced to a smoldering, charred husk in the blink of an eye. The sheer brutality of Haven's actions left me aghast, my mind reeling from the sudden, horrific turn of events. Roxy suddenly released me and before I realized it, she had fallen to the ground. I turned on my Vampire hearing, listening f

We were already outnumbered, we didn’t need the added disadvantage. I stalked forward, wielding the blade like an extension of my arm as I cut into limbs and rip open the flesh of those who stand before me, not bothering to check the destruction I left in my wake. Blood splattered across my face and arms, making my skin sticky as the smell of copper stung my senses. My goal was to follow the pulsing bond that would take me to Avalon.

he hissed at her. “But my Grandfather?” she whined. “Take this,” he said pulling Light Stick's necklace from his neck. He'll protect you as long as you wear this. Do not come here for aid. Go East as he says, you will find peace.” he said waving his hand across the sky. “When the sky bleeds red, you must battle Little Dove.” he pushed her away from the fire.

Shield Storm. Nothing else mattered. I grabbed Storm into my arms, breath shaking as instinct wrapped around me like armor. I rushed him into the living room. *Kira!… SHADE!* My mind-link burst with panic. Blaise was right behind me, eyes glowing bright. Blaise shifted into Phantom mode and ran towards the pack lines. His beta, David, flanked him. In seconds, two silhouettes appeared in the room—dark shimmer for Thorn, blue-white spark for Kira.

The Creed’s forces poured over the ridge like a dark tide, banners snapping, weapons gleaming with deadly intent. Eolan’s shadow flared at his command, tendrils weaving through the cold air to snuff out incoming arrows. He raised a hand, and darkness spread like ink across the ground, swallowing charging soldiers whole. Rafa unleashed blasts of shadowfire, arcs of searing black flame that tore through the enemy’s front lines. His chants rose above the clash, binding the air with raw power. Aera darted between foes with lethal grace, twin daggers flashing as she silenced archers and cut down commanders. Her eyes were fierce, every movement a precise strike born of years surviving in the shado

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.