Book Shadow Of Night Novels & Stories

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

This time the cloaked figure met him at the top of the stairs and said, "Not tonight. Let's explore." They walked deeper into the hall and entered a library and the figure pulled a book off of the shelf and opened the page without ever showing Anders the spine of the book. Anders was too trusting in his dreams, for dream casting wasn't a power known to either the Schatten or the Toten in the 1100's. To Anders this was just a silly dream and nothing more. "Let's read poetry this evening. The words are so hauntingly beautiful and you will make them just sing off of the page. Here try this."

They knew that they were in for a wild ride, but they were ready for whatever secrets The Shadow had in store for them. As they waited for The Shadow to return, Celess and Steve exchanged worried glances. They both knew that they were walking a dangerous path, but they also knew that they had to uncover the truth if they were going to stay alive. Finally, The Shadow emerged from the shadows, holding a small black book in his hand. "I have some information that might interest you," he said, tossing the book to Celess. She caught it, studying the cover with a sense of trepidation. It was a journal - but whose?

I could only hope we weren’t already too late. The night was unnaturally still. I had barely closed my eyes when a sharp, cold presence yanked me from my sleep. My heart pounded as I shot up, every nerve in my body on high alert. Something was wrong. The air was thick with a foreign darkness, pressing against my skin like an unwelcome touch. I threw off my covers and rushed to the window. Then I saw them. Shadowborn. The creatures of pure darkness slithered through the village like liquid night, their elongated, wraith-like forms barely making a sound. Their presence sent a sharp chill through the air, freezing the very ground they touched.

"The Dusk bringer, Prince of Darkness, The Shadowlord, I, Xirrian Adonis Prime, the 8th Night Wolf, the Dark Monarch, will account for my days until I choose to dissolve into the void. Perhaps for others, if others come and I do not plunge the world into the endless and I, myself remain where time is still, around echoes and shadows, around hollows like me. It is only here, in the endless that I find contentment. In a space where the unwanted are hidden. Home." I slammed the book shut, my gaze snapping to Diane. "It belongs to the Night Wolf," I stated, my gaze shifting down at the cover of the book, "a-a night wolf. Not this-Night wolf- Not in this time. An old- dead one..." I trailed off m

My eyes finally close as I fall into a deep sleep. As I lay there I can feel myself leaving my body. Eventually, I can see my body laying in the bed next to Brittany. I look around the room and I can see something in the corner of my room. I try to keep away but it quickly looks in my direction. It already noticed me. I try to find a way to get away from it but it lunges at me. I can barely get away before it latches its claws into my leg. I can see my body jerk in the bed as I scream in pain. I kick the shadow figure off of me as I start to run. I run out of my room and run downstairs. I only make it before I see the figure standing there. I stop in my tracks and turn around to run back int

Navigating the dark woods in the pouring rain was far from easy but Wade had every emotion in the fabric of his being keeping him going. Another source of light appeared at the far end. It was an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. Wade had a feeling that he had arrived. He stopped the car in the dark and abandoned it. Other than the light inside, there was nothing about the cabin that gave a hint that it wasn't completely abandoned. Wade stepped out of the car and blended into the darkness. His body shivered the moment the cold drops of rain touched his skin. He wasn't equipped to deal with it, nor did he care about it. All he could think of was Cody’s loyalty, Freddie’s motor mouth a

started to pull itself out of the earth. Back in the Archive, the shadow had a shape now. It was a wolf the size of a building, with eyes like dying stars. It didn't have fur: it was made of swirling smoke and corrupted silver. “Faith Nightshade,” the shadow whispered. The voice didn't come from a mouth; it came from inside Faith’s own head. “You have the Key. You have the scent of the man who put me in this cage.” “My father didn't cage you to be cruel,” Faith said, her voice trembling but brave. He caged you because you were destroying everything!

The books lay all over my table disordered like an impossible puzzle. I've been reading for hours, cross-referencing Dr. Blackwood's work with the ancient folklore books, trying to decipher symbols and curses and magic that only belong in fairy tales. Shadow is restless all night, pacing between window and door and back again. His anxiety is contagious. He freezes at the living room window every minute, ears cocked forward, waiting to hear some noise I don't catch. "What's wrong, boy?" I say, though I'm getting more and more convinced I don't need to know the answer.

Night fell like a velvet curtain over the estate, thick and impenetrable. Eva had trained until exhaustion blurred the edges of reality, but sleep would not come. The fire within her the twin forces of Flame and Shadow pulsed with restless energy, making her muscles tense and her mind race. The courtyard, scarred from her first strike, glowed faintly under the moon, a reminder of both victory and vulnerability. She could still feel the shadows’ lingering presence, the echo of their voices whispering through her mind: Eva… come to us… you belong in the dark.