Archangel's Shadows Novels & Stories

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

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.

hidden in their shadows. Angel walked forward, her heels clicking sharply against the cobblestones, entirely out of place in the rugged winter courtyard. Her eyes swept over the kneeling Elder Thomas, the disheveled Valerie, and finally landed on Draven’s bare, scarred chest. A sudden flash of greedy regret crossed her face when she realized the "monstrous" Alpha she had rejected was a magnificent, powerful god. "Well, well," Angel purred, her voice carrying a high-pitched, haughty velvet tone. "I come to check on the family arrangement, and I find my little stepsister completely failing to keep her husband's bed warm."

The catastrophic, devastating static from Silas's transmission completely suffocated the interior of the speeding armored SUV. The mercenaries just successfully extracted the physical Master Decryption Cylinder. The Archangel now holds the absolute, undeniable keys to the entire global shadow network. Lucian's massive, heavily corded frame did not roar. The apocalyptic predator went completely, lethally silent. The feral King of the American underworld completely ignored the loss of the trillion dollar shadow empire. His pitch black eyes were entirely consumed by a blinding, terrifyingly singular focus: the titanium panic room in the sub decks of the yacht.

If he didn't concede this one thing then Kothari would whisper endlessly and that would seriously piss him off. "One person may come...one like me, with hair of gold and eyes of warm chocolate. You may answer her and only her, but only if she gives you one word...angel. If any others track me through you apart from her...you will not see me when I take your head." Shadowing once more, Agony left the room without a backward glance. He knew he didn't need to threaten the vampire but it had felt satisfying to see the expression of abject terror that had crossed his face.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Before she could pull away fully, a hand clamped around her ankle and wrenched he pulled her out of the narrow shadow into the open, where there was nowhere left to hide. “You bitch really thought you fooled me?” he roared.

Thumas argues. "The temple of shadows is a myth," Lior reminds. "No it isn't. Where do you think Lysandra got her magic powers? Being rejected by her mate filled her with fury and hatred. It consumed her heart and lead her to seek magic powers from the dark angel in pursuit of revenge against her sister," Thumas elaborates. I have heard stories about the dark angel, but they are all assumed to be myths. He was imprisoned in the temple of shadows by his more powerful and benevolent brother after becoming unbearably wicked.

When she had a fever, Roy sped home all night just to get her to the doctor. There were moments of genuine connections, intimacy, and the start of the mornings with hugs and kisses, so much so that Willow once lost herself in his embrace. However, the incident six months ago was a wake-up call. She would always be a substitute, standing in Melanie’s shadows in receipt of favors and protection. Yearning for what was not hers would come with a price. Accepting reality, Willow carried out the remainder of the contract and walked away without a fuss. The lights were out, and the doors were closed at the dorms. Two figures stood there, confronting each other on the dark, quiet campus.