Green Shadow Novels & Stories

Like the world waking. The ancient trees of the grove start glowing. Faint green-gold light spreading through bark. The runes on center stone flaring. Bright. Blinding. Not silver like Aria's power. Green-gold. Earth magic. Ancient. Primal. "What the—" Rykker breathes beside me. Still in wolf form. Staring. The grove is responding. To Aria. To Celestial Wolf blood spilled on sacred ground. To desperation of those protecting life. The trees themselves begin to move.

Ciara’s POV My eyes widened at the sight before me and somehow my arms around Dax’s neck tightened and his hold on me tightened too. “Deep breath, little one,” he mumbled. “I got you.” I nodded, trying to keep my racing heart in check, my eyes focused on what's around me. Shadowfen wasn’t just a pack territory. It was a living masterpiece where nature, technology, and raw magic had fused into something breathtakingly impossible. Towering trees with leaves that shimmered like liquid emerald rose hundreds of feet into the sky, their trunks wrapped in glowing runes that pulsed softly.

“You should take this one. The quality is pretty good, and it’s easy to use.” “Okay.” A grin spreads over his face, then he asks, “What color do you want?” “Ah…what do I get to choose from?” “Lime, silver, violet, and graphite.” My eyebrows draw together. “What’s graphite?” Tiny lets out an amused chuckle. “It’s a dark grayish color.” “Uhm…” I nibble on my bottom lip while I think about which one I should choose, then say, “I’ll take the violet one.”

“Alright, you win. Maybe I’m a little predictable.” “Not predictable.” Sienna leaned forward. “Reliable. It’s different.” “You make me want to be better, Sienna.” Enzo said softly. “That’s not something I’m used to.” The mood shifts as Enzo stood and walked to the balcony. Sienna follows, the cool night air brushed against her skin. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they inhabit. Sienna stood beside him. “It’s beautiful out here.”

Isolde brushed away the crumbs from his mouth with such care. The two of them looked so close, like they were in their own little world where no one else could step in. I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach and was about to walk away when a bunch of assassins in black jumped out of nowhere. I stepped back, asking them, "Who are you guys? What do you want?" The assassins looked at each other and then ran straight for me. Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad!

Just a brutal, gut-wrenching plunge into terror. I stood in a forest. No, I realized with a chunk of fear in my heart. It wasn’t a forest. It was a graveyard. But not just any graveyard. Not just any graveyard, though. I raised my head up to the sky, and it felt weird to notice the sky above me shine with clouds that seemed as if it moved. The sky didn’t carry the usual colour blue. No. It carried the color of old, dry blood..like ox blood. The trees that were supposed to look normal, like woods, suddenly looked like bones...like a human skeleton. I looked down and what I saw terrified hell out of me. I stumbled backwards and screamed.

The building's silhouettes suddenly became the dark night sky and the lights from their windows suddenly were twinkling. "Isn't that beautiful?" I asked when I saw a broken stoplight, the red light was blinking and the green and yellow once didn't seem to work. I thought it was aesthetically pleasing, under the gloom of the night, along the empty streets and silently passing cars. The slow blinking of that stop light seemed to harmonize with the quietness of the evening. I looked at Edgar and he was frowning at the stop light. "Pretty much could cause traffic, goodness, that should be fixed," he said and I rolled my eyes at him.

“I saved my brother. I stopped the harvest.” ​“And you did a fine job of it,” Cassian said, a small, sad smile playing on his translucent lips. “But look at the horizon, Weaver. Look past the scrap heaps. Look past the mountains of the North where we once played as children.” ​I looked. In the far distance, where the sky met the jagged peaks of the Obsidian Grove, a new light was rising. It was not the gold of the sun or the silver of the moon. It was a sickly, pulsing green, like the glow of a rotting swamp or the bile of a dying beast. It was spreading across the horizon like an ink blot on parchment.

From the center of the mist, a figure stepped forward. She was wearing a gown of grey silk that seemed to be made of falling ash. Her hair was no longer gold; it was a pale, dead silver, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey dust. She held the Shadow-Shard of the Mother-Lode, but it was no longer black. It was the color of a cataract.

I didn’t take my eyes off Lex. “Talk,” I said. Lex exhaled slowly, almost like he was bored. “Ghostshade grows in two nearly identical strains. One heals. One accelerates blood corruption. The difference is in the root coloration after harvest.” Maeve froze. “That’s not in any known record.” “No,” Lex agreed calmly. “Because most healers die before they can record it.” Silence hit the room like a physical force and my wolf surged hard beneath my skin, pressing against control I was barely maintaining.