Hero Shadow Novels & Stories

His face was mostly covered by his hood, his eyes dark and unreadable maybe he just came back from a fight or something. “Uh… hi?” I said like a dumbass that I am. He didn’t look up. “You’re the kid who beat Natalya.” “…Wow. News travels fast.” now everybody calls me kid great. He looked up finally, those eyes pinning me like I was some new toy. “They call me Shadow,” he said, voice low. “You snore, I break your nose. You touch my blade, I slice your fingers. You eat my food…” “I get it. I die,” I muttered. “Chill, bro. I just got here.”

the cold words left his mouth and he was reluctant to say anything once again, waiting impatiently for the little Luna to answer him. Shadow first smoothen his wrinkled suite then slightly took a few steps forward and only stop when he met Hades hateful and resentful glare, “I am Shadow-“Shadow was cut off halfway through introducing himself, when Zeus cold glare swept at his figure that Shadow for the first time in his life, felt a momentary tremble and turbulent wave inside his long dead heart. “I’m not asking you” Zeus paused, he look at the little Luna resting in his arms with head lowered deeply that only the black hair can be seen to their sight, it was a pitiful sight but at the same

I never could have anticipated that the shadows of her past were already closing in. I had brutally rejected Raegan right after she laid her heart bare to me. My chest had physically ached as I forced those cold, deceitful words out of my mouth, shattering her spirit. It was an act of pure, unadulterated cowardice, but my fear had won the battle. And because of that cowardice, she was now in mortal danger.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

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.

As the screen changed, the video started to play. And then… the world around her shattered. Her entire body froze as her eyes widened in horror. The first few seconds were blurry, a dimly lit warehouse, shadows, muffled sounds. Then it came into focus. Vincent. His face was calm. She saw him lift a metal rod. Before she could even take a breath, the rod came crashing down on someone’s head. Blood spilled like water onto the concrete floor. Aria screamed. Her hand clamped over her mouth in fear of him emerging from somewhere.

I took out Seth's iPad and continued watching the live video when I realized that it was my company that had been blown up by the Alpha of the Poldark pack. "What?" I screamed so loudly as let go of the iPad I was holding. I couldn't believe what just happened. Just when I was hoping for a positive reply from the Alpha of the Poldark pack, I got the most negative reply I will ever get. "I knew it! I had a bad feeling about this whole live-streaming of a thing he decided to host all of a sudden. He's trying to tell the world that more is yet to come. We need to prepare for the worst," Seth said.

My goal was to follow the pulsing bond that would take me to Avalon. Lysander followed to my right, he too cut down all that entered his path. Moving with powerful strikes as he brought his sword down onto the hunters. His aim was not to kill, unlike myself, purely to maim enough that they couldn’t continue the fight. I guess it was part of his new out look on life. He had been given the moniker “Dark Angel” because of the mercy he showed to his enemies. He killed only those who deserved to be ended. The bond pulled me towards a group of grey cheerless, one-story buildings. Small, barred windows lined the grey breezeblock walls. I look at the building with disapproval, it certainly seemed li

I called after him. As he opened the door, a heavier presence met him. Aaron. They glared at each other for a moment, boring holes into one another before stepping past each other without a word. His eyes met mine as he shut the door. Locked it. Yeah. Right. Just what I needed after opening my eyes. “Cole Prescott,” he called. His voice cold. Calm. Calculated. I watched him carefully. Every step. Every twitch. Every movement. Aaron was a man with a fragile ego. He hated defiance, but he loved fear.