Alchemy Shadow Novels & Stories

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

A look of regret crosses his face and tears run down my face cause I know what he means “No please it hurts” I murmur. He's been training me to control ‘obsidian’ in case she comes out but when he says my trigger word it’s hard for me to fight it "I'm so sorry tsvetok, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he kisses my hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road “Please” I beg in a whisper "Shadow" he whispers and then everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally, it's my time to shine ladies and gentlemen. Being Amari’s alter ego and personality disorder is just boring. She’s too sweet. Too weak she could learn from me

She should’ve traded with Zane and sat where she had a worse view, in the middle. The vehicles had come from some wealthy donors who were interested in seeing LIGHTS put a complete end to the Vampires. Like cockroaches who had hidden away until after the blasting was over, they were crawling out from beneath rocks and out of holes, ready to flex their muscles since the most dangerous part of the Revelation appeared to be over.

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

Their path led them to a massive shadowy fortress, its walls seemingly made of solidified darkness. “The Shadow Relic is inside,” Allan confirmed. “But we need to be careful. This fortress is heavily guarded.” As they approached the fortress, they encountered more wraiths, their attacks becoming more coordinated and intense. The team fought with everything they had, their powers pushing back the relentless assault. Kai’s eyes blazed with determination as he led the charge into the fortress. The interior was a labyrinth of shadowy corridors and shifting walls, designed to confuse and disorient. Allan’s shadow manipulation guided them, his control over the darkness creating a clear path.

“Do you really think your shadows can overpower the light? My light?” Thalion laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. “Light is nothing but a temporary illusion, my old friend. It flickers and fades. Shadows endure. Or… have you forgotten our good old days?” He extended his hand, and the walls of the chamber trembled. Grotesque figures emerged from the stone, phantoms of despair that howled and screeched as they launched themselves at Lucifer. Trying its best to inflict damage upon him.

The very first shadow that appeared, Alud blew off half of the head with a powerful paw, there was a screech of pain, but Alud did not stop, he knew that the shadow needed to inflict at least three fatal blows, since he could go into the shadows and soon recover. - Do not let them approach you, as soon as you see that they have become opaque, immediately hit different parts of the bodies, the main thing is to inflict more damage, then they will squeal and die. Alud growls, hurriedly conducting a combat briefing. Alud had already pounced on two more Shadows, the armored jacket immediately torn in several places from the retaliatory blows of living shadows. Yulia also did not lag behind, deftl

The Shadows, ancient and mysterious, answered my summons, their dark energy swirling around me like a shroud. As The Shadows descended upon me, I felt an icy chill spread through my veins, a cold that was both biting and soothing. It was a sensation I had grown accustomed to over the centuries, one that signaled the arrival of these ancient, mystical entities. They seemed to emerge from every direction and none at all, their dark, ethereal forms slithering around my feet like living tendrils of night.

Because it was always about him, my whole life was wrapped around his cruel finger. Did I just say my life? Scratch that I meant his life. Because he actually owned me, body soul and spirit. I was cursed. Bound eternally to his side. He calls it the Alpha’s Shadow. A cruel joke. A title he crafted just to mock me. A chain disguised as a name to hold me down and cause me more pain. A bold statement to everyone that I was his property, though a unwanted property but still his property nevertheless. I watched the beautiful devil who knew he had my heart in his hands.

Amelia replied, stretching her legs on the couch. She lay on the couch and rested her head on my lap with a throw pillows clutched to her chest. A few minutes after she dozed off, Ellan's call came in just when I was expecting it. "Is Alpha Axel worth it?" I asked. "Yeah, he was the one I looked up to. His profile is still intact and he's an obedient servant to the Lycan King's throne," Ellan replied. "Hope he doesn't have any bad records?" I asked.