Hobgoblin Iron Shadow Novels & Stories

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. The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the forest as the dried leaves were crushed underneath their boots. The poachers were turning their heads here and there, wanting to make sure that they were not missing any spot that the sable, furry wolf could not be hiding away from them. Their leader harrumphed loudly as he stomped his foot on the ground. “Anything? Anything at all?” he asked his crew—the very people that he trusted to bring the big, black wolf to his feet as he paid them to do

I roared. ​The Iron Sentinels, finally freed from the mimicry by the mirror’s clarity, moved with mechanical lethality. They raised their blades, the blue fire in their chests turning into a blinding, electrical arc that slammed into the shadow. The impact threw me back, my head hitting the rusted metal with a sickening thud. I watched, dazed, as the shadow was pinned between the blades and the mirror. It was thrashing, trying to find a gap in the resonance, but the inversion field was holding. It was a prison of pure truth, and the lie could not survive the exposure. ​“Why are you still here?” I wondered aloud. My mind raced through the variables. “Why did you not flee when the gate in the

The shadow was the Spirit Tool of the Celestial Abode. In modern terms, it would be something akin to an artificial intelligence robot. Though it was not a living being, it had a consciousness, which allowed him to converse with humans. The shadow looked at them once more and shook its head slightly while sighing, “It appears that Master must have set the designated time wrongly. Who the hell are these people? With how weak they are, how are they qualified to obtain his inheritance?”

I explored the cave… slowly marched inside with all my senses in alert… I raised the lances and spears using my [Telekinesis] and prepared to launch the attack any moment now… I also brought with me two shields that are too levitating around me in case I need to block an attack… Upon reaching a certain cave room, the goblins inside found out about my presence and let out a war cry ready to attack inside the dim lighted cave A dozen goblins, estimated number, nine cave goblins and three hobgoblins… The hobgoblins are a higher grade of goblins, if goblins reach a certain level they would grow in size and in mass and somewhat become a little bit more intelligent and could easily be mistaken fo

It worked on a few of the younger Toten, but not for Anders. The Schatten were able to pick off about ten of the Toten as they backed away from the castle heading towards the river. They took one into custody and placed him in a circle of containment, where he could not shift into his shadow form. The Toten didn't have real Schatten forms; their shadows were weaker and more visible to the human eye. The fighting continued for hours, as each side gained some ground. Daan cast that one of the security guards went down; lost his head. Literally!

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

"You indeed are his mate. You were marked by the golden dragon?" "Yeeees?" "That's strange," she looked at her feet thoughtfully. How did she see it? She looked back at me. "What are you?" "Witch," "What kind of witch?" "Shadow and nature kissed, my powers are drawn from three elements, autumn the strongest. The rest are…" "What's a shadow witch?" "Oh, it's a rare kind of witch, I'm the only one in existence. Shadow witches are witches that stand between the living, the dead and the moon…"

“I see, you still had an obsidian shadow.” Sure enough, Kleint did have an obsidian-black shadow. It was covering his body, flexing in his outline. The way it stretched was just beyond normal, considering that it even covered up his neck, forming a specialized polo coat with buttons in the middle, and a cape so extreme that it had spikes in it. “You’re being humble, Luis. We all know that all legends possess such a shadow.” Coughing a little, Marjorie—with the help of Granny—tried to sit, exhaling rather heavily. “W-What’s the thing—what’s the thing about these shadows—obsidian whatnot?”

“Who.” The air dropped in an instant. Breath froze in their lungs, every candle guttering but never quite dying. The chamber seemed to fold inward, as if the walls themselves bent closer, pressing down on their ribs. Then, with a groan that echoed like bones breaking, the seal cracked. From its heart spilled shadow — but not like theirs. Not crow-black. Not familiar. This shadow was older, heavier, soaked in memory. Its edges gleamed red as if dipped in fire. A feather emerged. Long. Brittle. Stained faintly with blood.

“We move at first light. No delays.” Crystal gripped the table’s edge. “She is doing this now, before we’re ready. She wants chaos.” Thorne’s sharp eyes flicked to her. “Then we give her war, not chaos.” *Silver Fang Lands — The First Shadows* Back at the Broken Stones, the Gate’s shimmer turned violent, streaks of black slicing across its surface. Wolves gasped as the temperature dropped suddenly. Then came the first shadow creature. It seeped through like liquid, its form constantly shifting—half beast, half smoke. Its eyes burned a sickly green. It screeched, and leapt for the nearest Silver Fang warrior. The wolf’s scream was brief.