Brotherhood Of Shadows Novels & Stories

“I can feel your uneasiness, baby. And I felt like you left some details from the guys.” “Your father has webbed-toes, but he’s not a black werewolf. And webbed-toes or Syndactyly is hereditary.” “What are you saying, Shadow?” His eyes burned with intensity, his voice hard. “You have a brother who’s a werewolf and doesn’t belong to any pack.” “You’re kidding, right?” He was already on his feet, palms pressed against his desk as his patience wore this. “Are you accusing my brother of a double murder?”

Elena’s POV “Well,” his jaw tightens and he runs his hand through his hair pacing back-and-forth in the middle of the room before stopping in front of me. I was settled on a chair close to my table, waiting for him to spill whatever he had to. “We are called the shadows,” he begins. “We pull forgotten omegas and rogues out of the slum before destruction can meet them.” My breath catches. “Like your mission is to rescue them?” I have to ask because I don’t know if there’s more to it. It just doesn’t make sense that two brothers would be that different.

Jason immediately sensed his brother nearby, but also two others - Cameron, and Nate, Alex's brothers - inside the shadows further away. They wouldn't be joining them unless something went wrong, but given his unease about today, it was comforting to feel them there, ready and waiting. He waited himself for a long moment, letting his own darkness stretch out, in its true form, through the overlapping web of shadows. He let himself get lost in it, becoming little more than darkness itself, as he focused on feeling the heartbeat of the city's shadows.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

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.

"Says the shoot now ask later girl." "Shadow Men are different. I'd never hurt one of us that way. Not with so few of us left." "We're all the same underneath, they're just not in control anymore." "If Shadow Men were the same as us, their souls would stay with them," I said, staring out the window again, "and Lillith wouldn't have to listen to them begging for help every time she took her ring off." "So you're saying that if Lillith or your brother were taken, finding them would be a waste of time."

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

Alex opened the book Damian had given him in his library. It looked very old and dusty. Alex felt something strange about the book, as if it was calling him to read it. On the first page of the book was written in big letters: "Traces of what once was... Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction".

Even smelled like him – whiskey and rage and disappointment. "Isn't it?" The shadow-father laughed, picking itself up from the rubble. "Little Mona still can't tell truth from lies. Just like her mother." "Seal the door!" Marcus shouted, and Kira was already moving, phoenix flame pouring from her hands to reform the barrier. But the shadow just walked through it like smoke through bars. "You can't lock away what was never really contained," it said, focusing those terrible eyes on Marcus. "Hello, brother." Brother?

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.