Demon Shadows Novels & Stories

Aldophus doesn't need a light to see the shadow standing, it's face were rotten and filled with moles. "You... What are you doing here?" The Shadow asked in a whispery voice. Aldophus tilted his head and pointed a dagger with red gem stone on the handle. In ancient times, this dagger was mostly used in killing demons and any other celestial beings such as corrupted angels and fallen angels along with the devils. The demon in the shadow of the dark storehouse flinched when he saw the dagger and drew backwards in fear. "Put that thing away from me, I hate it." The lowly demon said and shifted his eyes to Aldophus.

"The agreement is over Elara. Welcome to the New Age. The Age of the Endless Hunt." ​The mountain under the Forge shook and then with a crack, the ground started to break open.. It wasn't hot lava that came out. ​It was the Shadows. Thousands of them.. They were very hungry. ​As the first of the Shadows jumped towards them, Elara tried to grab Damon but her hand went right through him. His body, which was part solar and part hybrid, was reacting badly to the vault opening. ​"Damon!" she shouted. He was disappearing into the light of the red beam and before she could catch him, the ground under her gave way and she fell into the very dark depths of the newly opened hole.

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.

Not this time. Wolves give me a wide berth as they run away, some finding places to hide. I can feel their gazes on me as I slowly step closer to the shadows, not intimidated by their sheer size, lanky frames, and gnarly horns. The only thing that would make me chuckle would be if these two Demons had tails that flicked in the air like whips, but that would be stereotyping them to fiction. “Ah, I see we have a brave fighter.” The smaller of the Shadows, the one the first referred to as Shirisius, says, grinning wickedly at me.

“I thought they were extinct. As far as I know, most demon species are extinct. The last Great War drove the rest back to the Underworld. No one has seen a demon in millennia. Records and information are sparse on the shadow demons. That’s no surprise, given their powers include the ability to influence others’ minds. That is how they can make you forget you ever saw them. It’s automatic, a side effect of being in their presence. You were lucky the mind link gave you an advantage. You were clever to instruct your people to record their experience as it happened. You know that’s never been an option before this age.” “We’re motivated to learn how to fight them,” Alaric said. “Fighting shadows

A-agred…become a demon. At the same time…the dark shadows are getting closer.

"What! I've never seen that crap before. What did you summon the devil?" "Something like that. They're Shadow demons. The demons that live in the shadows. I can control them, or should I say it's kind of like a mutual relationship. They want souls, to suck the life out of people. So I give them the bad people to do it too. Win win!" She says smiling at me and I fought back a shiver at how sinister that was. Goddess, when did my Luna become so dark?

He finally turned his head. The one who’d spoken stood slightly apart from the others—a shade-slim demon with skin the colour of smoke and eyes like chips of onyx. No horns worth noting. No wings. Shadows clung to its shoulders anyway, drawn there by a knack for going unseen that had made it useful. The darkness around him did not behave like ordinary shade. It breathed. It shifted as if listening, as if the walls themselves had lent him a fragment of their secrecy. A clever shadow. A trained one. The kind that learned where to hide and when to be quiet. Useful in corridors and whispers, in stolen glances and watched doors.

He was also friends with a few of the Enforcers. “Nah, how about we skip to the part where you’re running around, because I’m about to whoop your ass.” “I would, but I’m fucking tired.” “How do you keep doing that?” I asked when he suddenly ported behind me. “Shadow porting. It’s a common thing with demons. It takes energy to shadow port a long distance.” “Because it’s essentially you traveling as the black smoke?” “Yes, but with short distances like this, it’s not a problem.”

Dupree, with his rune-infused blade, fended off the Shadows, each strike causing them to momentarily dissipate. Seraphina and I focused on the chest, attempting to harness its energy. As we channeled our combined powers, the chest began to glow brighter, emitting a frequency that seemed to disorient the Shadows. Moros, seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Now! Push them back!" With a collective effort, we unleashed a wave of energy, forcing the Shadows to retreat. But just as victory seemed within grasp, the ground trembled beneath us, and from the abyss, a colossal Shadow emerged, its presence dwarfing the others.