Green Shadow Novels & Stories

Zane's Point Of View The car rolled to a smooth stop at the entrance of Blackthorn Forest, and I pressed my face against the window, my breath fogging the glass as I took in the sight. The forest loomed ahead, a wall of towering trees with bark so dark it was almost black, their branches twisting like skeletal fingers against the sky. The leaves were a deep, unnatural green, shimmering slightly in the dappled sunlight, as if dusted with magic. But something about it felt… off.

He raises his hand and points toward the riverbank ahead. “Look.” I follow his gaze. At first I do not see anything unusual. Just muddy ground and dark water. Then something catches my attention. A small cluster of plants growing right near the edge of the water. I walk closer. And the moment I see it properly my eyes widen slightly. “Silvarin.” The leaves are thin and long but their color is strange. Instead of normal green they have a faint silver glow that makes them stand out even in the dim marsh light. The edges of the leaves shimmer slightly whenever the wind moves them.

“Let's go.” I nodded and followed him out the door and into his car. The atmosphere in Westview was more extreme than it was yesterday. There were many red flags on the streets and even more people dressed in the shadow clan’s Shinobi Shōzoku. I stared out the window as he drove until we got to the green chapel. I noticed as we crossed the gate that the building was more enormous than the red one. And they painted the walls green. I noticed a statue of a monk with a blade in the middle of the compound. The symbol of the shadow clan was on the blade.

Yet,his eyes yearned for one particular person,Natasha. However, in a sudden and captivating turn of events,Rex attention was seized by a group of photographers hastening towards an opulent black Porsche 911 Carrera 4s Coupe. Curiosity piqued ,Rex wondered who could be commanding such attention. And there in that electrifying moment,his eyes beheld Natasha radiating in a breathtaking ensemble. She wore a stunning short dress,adorned with an optical illusion sheer top intricately embroidered to tastefully cover her chest area. The dress further boasted figure flattering midriff cut outs accentuated by cascading red feathers delicately around her waist. Completing the ensemble, Natasha donn

The day had barely begun, yet the sun was sneering from above. Professor Brown Sanders wiped his forehead with a bandanna and stared at the damp spot in the center of the fabric. Of all the colors he could have chosen that day, it had to be green. Green, like the canopy of leaves blocking the sun every now and then. Green, like the dense undergrowth weaving through the forest floor, carpeted by thick sludge of mud, rotting plants, and the droppings of God only knows what. With every step he took, the snake-like vines seemed to move, determined to launch him face-first into the putrid forest floor of the A****n rainforest.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

They just laid there holding hands, knowing that there were guards everywhere watching over them. Emma sighed, "That doesn't explain anything to me." "It's one of the deadliest poisons that can harm a Schatten. It comes from the root of a rare tree and is harmless to humans but deadly to shades. I will explain more later, when my strength returns." Sleep took hold as they were both still weak from the events of the morning, knowing that they would need to deal with Imogen upon recovering. Tomorrow, Matthias thought, tomorrow.

Shadow stepped in front of it and the fire dissolved against his shimmery blue protective shield. I made a mental note to practice using my hands when I was alone. “So, what about the rest of you? What types of hybrids are you? Grey, you’re half witch and half…?” “Cougar shifter.” He growled, the noise decidedly more feline than canine. That explained his yellow-green eyes that had instantly reminded me of a cat’s. “That’s cool.” I turned my attention to Shadow and lifted a brow in question. “Witch and raven shifter,” the quiet second-in-command said.

I stepped back as the door turned red. Moving slowly through the hall, step, step, step, step. The ticking started once more. I needed to find my escape. I ran through a door to the right to find myself falling into a field of grass. Whispers of voices being carried with the wind. So many voices all at once, none were discernible. Shadows began appearing along the horizon, and the whispers increased.