Grim Reaper Shadow Novels & Stories

I said " Tell me. Shadows can't transform or come out of the walls. I am dreaming. I must be dreaming. I can't believe this." " Minerva, you didn't believe vampires existed but they do, right? Easton asked " Just like that shadows exist along with other supernatural creatures." " Then call him. Call the shadow if he exists." I said. " I can't. Only you can because according to that shadow you are their mistress and only you can give orders to them." Easton replied " Didn't you see some shadows around you in the dressing room earlier?" " I did." I found myself replying and looked at Easton with hope " Do you think if I call the shadow he will come?"

Laura screamed again so hard it sliced through reality itself. The shadows around her curled… writhed. Gathered. Her voice thundered: “Shadows I call on you! Listen to your mothers call!” The sky split open. A spiraling portal erupted in the center of the field. Black, swirling and pulsing with grief. The shadow people emerged. Not walking. Pouring. Born from rage. Forged from sorrow. Each one shaped like a nightmare with no face nor body. They charged onto the battlefield, unseen to the eye, but felt in the bones. Scorpions were diced like meat, dissolving into smoke with each shadow strike.

Everything about him radiated violence. "I'm called Reaper," he said. "Leader of Northern Shadow. Welcome." "Release our warrior," Damon demanded. "All in good time. First we discuss terms." "What terms?" "The terms set by my employer. They want something from you in exchange for your pack member's life." "Who's your employer?" Reaper smiled. "That information costs extra. But I'll give you a hint. They know Marina very well. They know her parents too." Marina stiffened beside me.

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

The lid came off with a crack that made Devon jump. Inside, nestled in rotting cloth, were knives. Lots of them. Each one had a blade that caught our flashlight beams weird like the metal absorbed light instead of reflecting it. "Shadow killers." Lila pulled one out, turned it over in her hands. "Only weapons that work on fully corrupted wolves. Regular silver just slows them down. These end them." "How?" Devon had edged closer despite his earlier fear. "The blades are forged with purified shadow magic. Fight fire with fire, basically." Lila put the knife back. "We've got maybe fifty of these scattered through the crates. Not enough for a war, but enough to do damage."

The conversation flowed easily, light and easy. Then the trees grew thicker. The air changed. A low growl rumbled from the underbrush. “What are those?” I asked, pointing at the strange shapes emerging from the shadows. “Shadow Reavers,” Dana replied, voice sharp. “Stay behind me.” The creatures were twisted and wrong — black fur matted with something dark, eyes glowing red, claws too long for any normal wolf. They moved like smoke, fast and silent. There were five of them, circling us.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

Up close, the Reaper machine was a nightmare of obsidian and moving gears, its many legs stabbing into the earth with the force of falling meteors. And atop it stood my shadow. My double. **Subject 01-B**. "She’s not just a clone, is she?" I whispered, my breath fogging in the cold air of the Dead Zone. I stepped out of the truck, the Red Blood in my veins thrumming in a violent, sympathetic vibration with the red light in her eyes.