Dirk Strider Shades Novels & Stories

My breath caught in my crushed throat. High above the southern archway, standing on the edge of the private tier balcony, stood the Triad Alphas. They hadn't missed it. Valerius Nightshade was leaning over the stone railing, his dark leather combat vest open, his crimson eyes glowing with a violent, intoxicating hunger. He had seen the speed. He had felt the micro-burst of kinetic movement that crossed ten yards of dirt in a fraction of a second.

So they knew everything up until how the old man and I knew each other. At the moment I was getting dressed in my uniform. Black bodysuit with gold on the arms and legs, paired with a black hooded cloak with gold accents. Don’t know why but all the time I got dressed in any of my uniforms I looked like a warrior from the medieval times. My hair cascaded down my back.

He looked at the woods, his face pale, his varsity jacket suddenly looking like a costume on a stranger. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What is that? Why is the sky... breaking?" "Don't look at the sky, Julian," Elara said, her voice dropping into the rasp of the Alpha. "Look at the trees." Emerging from the shadows of the "Perfect Oaks" was the Vantablack Shadow. It was Julian’s silhouette, but stretched and distorted, its edges flickering with high-frequency static. It didn't walk; it glided across the manicured lawn, leaving a trail of dead, grey pixels in the grass. Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found

Shade had complete control and I honestly couldn't be any more scared. Shade manipulated the shadows around us so easily. You would think Shade was swinging at the air like a mad person and not weaving shadows to make a net and throw it over Alester. The shadows weighed enough to cause him to fall to the floor with the net above him. I felt him pulling at the darkness that Shade was controlling, but Shade was keeping the shadows sealed shut, refusing to relinquish control. Alester roared a roar I'd only ever heard once before, in my deadliest of nightmares.

She asked. "Well, if the shoe fits." I said and we both laughed. She punched me in the shoulder playfully. "Hey Sil!." Someone called out from behind us. On cue, Silver and I turned around to see an unfamiliar face of a teenage looking boy who had dark curls falling on to his well chiseled face. Black American definitely. His face was a little familiar anyway but I haven't exactly seen him in the manor since I got here... He was wearing a black turtle neck with black leather jacket and trouser. Signature Viper outfit.

Aurora paused, Yes, there are plenty of them, like Silas, but he makes her skin crawl. "Zane Strider from the Strider family has acted in a couple of films. He's good-looking but has a terrible attitude," Vespera suggested, showing Aurora a photo. In it, a striking young man in racing gear stands next to a black race car, helmet in hand, a cocky grin on his face. He's the epitome of youthful arrogance but with a compelling charm. His smile oozes overconfidence, yet his eyes are piercingly clear. Just like what Dylan should be.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

I asked with confusion. Austin looked at me, he seemed shocked "What do you mean you don't know Isuper? It's going to be released today!" He was agitated as he dragged my hand toward the door "I need to be there to get it, I can't afford to miss out on this, Adrian," He added. We entered his car and I volunteered to drive as he wasn't fully recovered just yet. "Tell me about the Isuper," I told him. Austin looked like he was sulking for a second before he sighed and shook his head "It's an avatar..." He went on and on but the only thing I was able to grab was that the collection he was talking about was a useless thing!

“—and they already seen out spot. In just an instance, they all prepared themselves in combat. Saypher with his blade that have a hint of blue. Migo's arrows creating a luminescent red light. Kheina's Claymore with a vibrant brown… In this place that is as dark as my hair, why is it only me who look so lame?!?!?

I can see the shadows starting to move unnaturally, and I know that they are responding to Strïth's presence. "I'm not doing this!" Strïth is now a step away from me. "But you have no right to start acting like this if you don't understand the consequences of your actions!" I see him shudder and close his eyes, taking a deep breath. "Is it so bad that others see me near you?" I asked ironically. "Just say you don't want to! I'll stay away from you, I won't embarrass you!" The shadows grow thicker as Strïth opens his eyes and I see that they are red. I should have been afraid of this, but I didn't give a damn, I tried to move away to calm down, but he called me back.