A Shadow In The Wmber Novels & Stories

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

Even if his power was so strong to the point of the power user Level 7, the power dampener machine would have blown up already. Unknown to the Officer, if he could sit down on the floor and watch his shadow he will know that his shadow was caught by a strange shadow that was extended from the shadow at the corner of the tent, and that was the abomination inside Zhu Wushang shadow that has the power to control other people shadow like their own. “What the hell…?” The officer uttered under his breath in disbelief. This is not scientific at all.

With a deep breath, I felt The Shadows retreat to their usual place at my heels, their dark energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon once more. The Shadows had become an integral part of my existence, a constant companion that had been by my side for centuries. They were more than just a tool or a power - they were a familiar presence, a comforting shadow that followed me everywhere. I had grown accustomed to their silent obedience, their willingness to wait for my next command.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

The lower half of Wilbur's body was swallowed immediately, leaving his torso above the ground. The shadow seemed akin to a swamp, and Wilbur could not free himself no matter how hard he struggled. Just then, figures of Shadow Men appeared one after another from the depths of the murky shadow on the floor. Some of them were holding blades, some holding spears and swords. The Shadow Men surrounded Wilbur before beginning to make their way closer to Wilbur while launching their attack. Wilbur borrowed the power of light and emitted a blinding white glow. The shadow men were struck by the light, melting into the murky shadow swamp.

He pushed off my chair, simultaneously moving both of us as another shadow was sent hurtling between us where we'd just been. 'Sombra, tame.' I told my shadow. 'Gladly.' Its dual toned voice responded. Shadows don't have genders. There's not really much about them to distinguish them either way, having a woman's and man's voice at the same time. Sombra was an ancient shadow with abilities like no others. Stronger than that of the first shadow weaver shadow. Sombra stopped all the shadows around us. They were frozen in time, unusable to anyone, but me at the moment.

No explanation. Sun shines through the small windows of the cabin, the ocean I just evaded in the background. A group of Shadow Warriors waits on the black tarmac showing no signs the heat bothers them. Even in human form they're huge-large black straps crisscross their bare chests accenting each uncovered muscle. Adding to their intimidation stance, the straps hold enough weapons to take down my plane. Even without the weapons, their sheer intimidating power works its magic on me and I quake in my heels. Lovely.

Ice asks. “A witch I met in New Orleans,” Bo replies with a smile. Seems like more than a friend to me. “She’ll meet you at the airport when you land in Portland. From there, it’s about a six and a half hour drive to Crescent Shadow territory.” I nod my head. Ice sees my face and turns to them. “Can we go now?” She asks. “Of course,” Gray nods his head. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you’ll need your rest.”

"Shadow Wolves aren't just spirits." "Shadow Wolves come in two forms," Dagmar nodded. "Those that are from the shadow realm. They are no different from you or your mate except that they exist only in the shadows. They also can't be seen by everyone, only the supernatural can see them. They also can't be summoned and only obey their ruler. That's where the second form comes in. "Hybrids are extremely rare. I've only heard of a handful of hybrids existing but when it comes to the second type of shadow wolf, their existence is even rarer. You see, this particular shadow wolf doesn't live in the shadow realm. They are not completely a werewolf either."

“He deserves it. Consider it karma biting his hairy-” “I'd rather not think about that, thank you.” “Fair enough. His rump, unlike mine, is the stuff of nightmares.” “As if yours is any better.” Samael cocked his brows, smirking. “Shall I prove my point?” “No thank you!” I said hastily. “Your loss. So tell me, this 'shadow' you saw yesterday- did it seem material?” “Eh?” “Did it seem to have a definite form, or was it unstable, as if it wasn't truly there at all?”