Alchemy Shadow Novels & Stories

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Shadows danced, elongating and twisting, as if mocking our every step. Suddenly, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The rustle of leaves ceased, and the wind died down. The Nightshade materialized before us, its towering form wreathed in darkness. Its eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, piercing through the gloom. "You dare challenge me?" it sneered, its voice a haunting melody that sent chills down our spines. "You may have rallied your feeble forces, but you cannot comprehend the depths of my power." Malachi stepped forward, his eyes locked with the Nightshade's. "We may be mere mortals, but our determination and love for Silverwood will not waver in the face of your darkness. We

added Verna. Shaan continued, "Just as we were realizing how powerful he had become, he turned on Alnoc and hunted Verna. He denounced the Guild of Sculptors to which I belong as destroyers of civilization, when it was he who destroyed Alnoc’s glorious buildings and our masterpieces. I led my Guild to resist Sukram and to save Verna, but Sukram had already become too powerful. Eventually, he was able to capture me and using the power that he had amassed, casted a powerful spell that turned me into stone."

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

black particles start forming in front of him, within minutes it takes the shape of something that looks like a portal “What’s that?” I ask “It’s a transportation mechanism, a portal” “Are you leaving already?” “Yea. Adios” He gives me a wave before going through the portal. It disappears seconds after he ambled into .................. ✍🏾 Somewhere in the Shadow Realm; Shadow Realm is a place full of beauty and dangerous planes. It is the home of Shadow—they are people born in the Realm. The Realm is accessible to outsiders through portals. But if an ordinary man or a non-Shadow steps foot on the soil of the Realm, his shadow will be instantly drained from him causing immediate death. It i

to mimic the void, creating a localized vacuum that the Frost-Wraiths could not penetrate. "They are at the door, Soren!" a Shadow warrior barked, his voice a dry rasp of exhaustion. "Hold the line!" Soren roared, his claws dripping with the translucent black ichor of the wraiths. "The Alpha has returned. The light is coming." Deep beneath the floorboards, far beyond the reach of the battle, Maya was drifting through a world of molten orange and crystalline violet. She had moved past the catacombs and the tectonic plates, descending into the very "Mantle of the World".

His shadow aura surged, turning the corners of the room into snapping tendrils of darkness. "The Ashen Monarch," Caelum whispered, the name surfacing from the deepest, oldest texts of the Lycan archives—legends whispered only to reigning kings on their deathbeds. "The entity that predates the void, the ocean, and the frost. The primordial fire that consumed the First World." Lyra didn't flinch. Instead, her solar wings materialized instantly behind her shoulders, filling the room with a brilliant, blinding wave of white-gold divine light that pushed back the creeping darkness.

The original Aria rushed toward the Shadow. The First Alpha grabbed my arm. “We’re too late.” I stared as the Shadow’s body continued to crack. Then something began pushing from inside it. Something imprisoned within the darkness itself. The Shadow looked directly at me, terror filling its ancient eyes. Its voice broke as it whispered, “I wasn’t the final enemy.” The darkness exploded from within, and a hand made of pure golden light reached out through the shattered remains of the Shadow.

I don't trust Lyra, and I don't think I ever will, but trying to refrain myself from wanting her so badly is an urge I can't fight against. "It's the curse, isn't it?" Damien asked. My fist clenched, knowing that he was right. I hated the part where he knew everything. Clause and Axle aren't aware of the curse that Lyra acted up a few weeks ago. The Curse of the Unbridled Alpha, an ancient affliction that strikes the most powerful pack leaders, renders them helpless against their primal instincts, driving them to surrender to their basest desires and act on impulse. Their control over their actions is fragile as the moon's phases dictate their fate.