Green Shadow Novels & Stories

I scream some more, but a cloth is fitted in my mouth, and the taste of it makes me gag. I don’t allow despair to touch my heart. I still have one option left, and that’s to shift. I close my eyes and brace myself for the swift change to happen, but something searing hot touches the inside of my wrist and makes me scream. Silver. I know it before I even see it.

"Yes, Boss!" After arranging everything, Aria turned to stand beside Landon. Together with Sam, they faced the dark forest ahead. The Soul Lock Grove seemed even more sinister at night. Ancient trees loomed overhead, their twisted branches reaching like clawed hands. The canopy blotted out the sky completely, leaving not a trace of moonlight or starlight—only suffocating darkness. Now and then, strands of pale blue mist drifted between the trees, glowing faintly in the dark. They were leaking remnants of the manifestation's unholy energy.

The quiet hum of the jet was all I could focus on, blocking out everything else. When we finally arrived, the scenery took my breath away. Nightshade Pack was beautiful in a dark, haunting way. The forest stretched endlessly, thick and green, surrounding the entire area like a protective wall. Mist hung low over the treetops, making everything look mysterious, almost enchanted. But there was a shadow here, too—a feeling that something wasn’t right. It was beautiful but carried an eerie, heavy feeling.

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.

I throw on my jacket, and Susan pops a question. "What shade of grey is that, though?" I am on the verge of replying to the famous movie fifty shades of grey, but I stop myself. "This is mink. It goes well with green and black." "I honestly don't know how you do it, girl," Susan mutters. Her eyes are coated with slight admiration.

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!

And it was the loneliest feeling in the world. --- ### The Shadow in the Green We walked together through the new forest. It was everything we had ever dreamed of. The air was perfect. The water was clear. The people were free. But as the sun began to set, casting long, golden shadows through the trees, I saw something that stopped me cold. On the trunk of a massive oak tree, the bark was beginning to turn **Violet**. It wasn't the violet of the Origin. It was a dark, bruised color. And as I watched, a single drop of black sap dripped from a branch, landing on a white flower. The flower withered instantly, turning into a pile of gray ash.

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