Demon Shadows Novels & Stories

Anthony and I cover our ears to block out the sound, both watching in disbelief as the shadows disappear as if in a puff of smoke, and light returns to the street. “What…what was that?” I ask, my heart still pounding in my chest as I slowly lower my hands from my ears. The woman lowers her arm and turns to face us, “Those were shadow demons known as eyti. They’re drawn to malice.” She directs her menacing gaze towards Anthony and something about it tells me she’s not someone you want to mess with. “Maybe reacquaint yourself with the word ‘no’ and demons won’t want to swallow you whole,” she says acerbically.

I wrapped my shadow around his wrists and ankles holding him in place before me. "Zerena, surely you don't think shadows could hold a demon back?" He smirked, pulling his hand out with ease. Can my shadows really do nothing against him? I called on another, making it thicker than before and wrapping it around his free hand. It didn't even stay for a second before it let him go. What's going on?

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.

The demon turned his head with a scowl when his left eye twitched, “What the heck is this now…?” A blinding light burned the night as if it was day. All eyes watched in awe as the demon's shadow was consumed by the light. The demon narrowed his eyes with annoyance and raised his hand to summon his shadow. ‘THUMP! THAP! THWACK!’ They both fell on the debris a second later. Laylin's eyes were fixed on the moon and then fell on her husband's trembling body but the demon was too enraged as he flailed about trying to summon his shadow in vain

thing from earlier. He finally spoke. “Those shadows you saw earlier—those were Shadow Demons. Or Shadow Fiends. They're born from demons whose souls couldn’t fully reform in the Abyss. They’re stuck in a shadow form—hollow versions of their past selves. But don’t be fooled. They can still kill.” I stared, speechless. My brain tried to process his words, but nothing made sense. My head was spinning. “Can you just—tell me why they’re after me?”

The rest of the pack members raise their glasses and cheer. But suddenly, the atmosphere changes as a sudden darkness envelopes us. The fire flickers and dims as the darkness grows thicker, almost suffocating. A chill runs down my spine as I hear a low growl, and I can sense the unease in the other pack members. Something isn't right. "What's happening?" Ivy whispers, her grip on my hand tightening. Before I can answer, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a demon, but not like any I've seen before. Its eyes burn with an eerie blue flame, and its body is as black as the darkness around us. It's a shadow demon, one of the most powerful and dangerous kinds.

I started herding the younger wolves toward the pack house, but then I saw them. Creatures moving through the trees. But these weren't vampires or werewolves. They looked like shadows given form, with glowing red eyes and claws that seemed to be made of darkness itself. "Shadow demons," I whispered. I had only heard about them in the old stories. Creatures from the space between worlds that fed on fear and pain. There were dozens of them, moving through our territory like a black wave. "Everyone inside!" I shouted. "Now!" The pack members started running toward the main house, but the shadow demons were faster. One of them leaped out of the trees and landed right in front of Jenny.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

“Are you sure you’re the strongest here? You’re starting to bore me.” “Uh!” Elijah and David reacted as any spectators would do. If only they had the popcorn with them. Chayan’s body trembled subconsciously. Shadow’s pupils were larger than before as she adjusted her black leather gloves. “You know what will happen if I get bored, don’t you?” The old memory rushed inside Chayan’s brain. It wasn’t a mere talk. She was the spawn of the demon on earth. Her personality only got worse inside here. His rationality glitched, a certain worse than fear consumed him.

The hooded figures began to chant, their voices rising in a dissonant, haunting harmony: “Born of the shadow, the flowers shall rise. Through the vessel’s pain, the old world dies.” The Vhalir watched the carnage with a look of serene boredom. He watched as the blood reached the center of the sigil, where a single, black flower made of obsidian and shadow began to sprout from the stone. He stood up, his golden hair catching the dim light of the torches. He looked toward the ceiling, as if his gaze could pierce through the miles of earth and stone to find a small apartment where a boy was waking up from a nightmare.