Green Shadow Novels & Stories

In the heart of the ancient forest, a hidden grove lay ensconced in the embrace of nature's secrets. Shafts of silvery moonlight filtered through the dense foliage, creating an ethereal glow that danced upon the moss-covered ground. The air carried the scent of damp earth and the melodies of nocturnal creatures, their symphony of chirping and rustling serving as a backdrop to the unfolding drama.

What's going on? "Impossible." The old man says. The man that asked me to prove myself smiles and he nods. "like the color of the moon, dark grey bright and beautiful." He says and I'm taken aback. What? How? My eyes have always been that silver-brown color. Like Nathan's how is it a different color now? I close my eyes and open them. As much as I would like to understand this whole thing right now I want to save my cousin.

But something about it, something about the smooth strides of the one inside struck me familiar. Blood red robe swept the floor it walked on, and a sense of affinity warmed inside of me. But the closer it got, the more my body relaxed. The shadow stopped right in front of me before taking off the hood. A smile formed on my lips when Grace appeared, her eyes a mysterious shade of green. Slowly sound returned to earth, overshadowing the deafening silence that threatened to yank my heart from out of my chest. Even the dark cloud covering the land slowly departed, revealing the bright full moon.

If they are happy, sad, envious, angry, even horny, I can see it by their soul. A person’s shadow is colorful in my eyes depends on their emotions. It’s still black but a shade of a specific color touches their shadow based from how they feel. Red when angered. Green when envious or insecure. Yellow when happy. Blue when sad. Purple if horny or turned on. The strong has a pitch dark shadow, while the weak has gray shade. And to my dismay, my mate possess a full gray shadow. What the hell! I’m in a daze as I watch her shadow, I’m not mistaken. She is just a weak wolf, I was matched with a weak being!

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.

Her wavy black hair starts to rise as the tips of her hair start to turn green. The dark energy starts to surround us as a magic circle appears below each of us.

“I sometimes envy your hair. You should have been ‘Amber,’ not me. You don’t need to style it, unlike mine,” Maybe our parents got confused when we were born, naming me Izobel instead of Amber. She was telling the truth, my hair, sandy brown, and golden orangie shades matched my golden yellow eyes. The color of my eyes is the reason why I had to hide behind eyeglasses, although I have a sense of sight like a hawk. That was why I could see my neighbor very well, like I was in the same room with them. We have supernatural senses, which allowed me to hear them, even their heartbeat.

He disappeared from view, the smoke filling the room like a suffocating fog. Selena's eyes flashed, her fists clenching as she summoned her shadows. The moment Shane disappeared, she shifted her stance. She could feel the smoke—its weight, its oppressive presence—and she was not about to let him win. She reached into the very fabric of the shadows, drawing them closer, tightening them. She formed a sharp spear-like weapon of darkness and lunged forward, slashing it into the thick fog. "Where are you hiding now?" she growled, her breath coming in controlled bursts as she fought the suffocating darkness around her. The shadows surged in a wave, pulling the smoke apart.

The leaves were rustling as if the wind had passed through them. However, when one looked closely at the dark, forbidden forest that the tight community of Paphos, Cyprus had to forbid their children and citizens there, one would find that something was moving through the leaves, not the wind itself. The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge