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.

"We move now to Lot 42—The Descent into Shadow, an oil on canvas, circa 1784. Opening bid starts at fifteen million dollars." Across the grand floor, fifty yards away near the south archway, Gabriel Cross stood beneath the shadow of the marble pillar. He had a fresh glass of scotch in his hand, his eyes locked onto Julian's back. Julian felt the heat of Gabriel’s gaze burning through his velvet jacket like a brand. Without looking back, Julian raised his numbered paddle into the brightly lit air. "Fifteen million to the gentleman in the primary box," the auctioneer called out instantly. "Do I hear twenty?"

So disturbing! I looked at my companions. A Goddess with an attitude problem, a dangerous supernatural guy whose species I was yet to find, a powerful but eccentric witch and a Goddess who lost her memories… What a team! “We have to capture at least a few shadow demons. They are a relatively new breed and so far, we had only killed them on meeting them. Never had anyone tried to capture them, and I don’t know if traditional containment methods work on them. We shall hope it does or it will all be for nothing,” Artemis said.

The Battle Begins The Shadow Beast didn't just arrive. It smashed through our outer defenses like they were made of paper. I heard the screams first. Then the crashing. Then I saw it. "Oh my god." It was massive—easily twenty feet tall, made of writhing shadows that seemed to eat the light around them. Red eyes like burning coals. Claws that left tears in the air itself when it moved. And it was heading straight for me. "“EVERYONE FALL BACK!” Damon shouted. "GET TO SECONDARY POSITIONS NOW!"