Hobgoblin Iron Shadow Novels & Stories

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…"

“The shadow and the Wielder is like an eternal tag team. Your shadow feeds to the energy you’re giving it; likewise, it gives back an energy that allows you, the wielder, to wield the abilities you possess.” Mr. Hail’s voice brought him back to reality, though only for a moment because he then felt a little sleepy. Keeping in mind that Mr. Hail wouldn’t take it lightly, he tried his best to listen as he unveiled theories and techniques that’d enable them to take care of their shadow as an equal. He didn’t get any of them, though. His mind was rejecting the idea, saying it’s nothing but a pile of trash. After all, it wouldn’t be used when they’re already in battle.

“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.

A thick fog rolled in from the ocean, shrouding the rusted shipping containers and abandoned cranes in eerie silence. The only sound was the distant crashing of waves against the dock and the faint clicking of weapons being loaded. Enzo stood in the middle of the yard, surrounded by his men—Luca, Nico, Federico, and the rest of his crew. Their faces were hard, their fingers resting lightly on their triggers. Across from them, Diego Torres emerged from the shadows, his army of killers fanning out behind him.

Annabel’s legs felt heavy, but she pushed forward, her determination unwavering. When they reached the core, she froze. It was a massive sphere, glowing with an otherworldly light. Shadows swirled around it, forming shapes that twisted and writhed like living nightmares. Elijah stepped forward, his grip tightening on the blade. “This is it.” Annabel’s instincts screamed at her. “Wait. Something’s wrong.” The shadows around the core shifted, pulling together to form a familiar figure. The rogue wolf stood before them, its eyes burning with triumph.

"Long story short, the attackers were likely an assassination squad from the Rogue King, known as the 'Shadows.' We have detailed records of them from past files." As I skimmed the document, Hogan continued, "Shadows are modified werewolves. Witch doctors immerse these werewolves in a special herb and cast a curse that locks them in a permanent half-wolf, half-human state. "The process is excruciating, causing their skin to decay and fall off, leaving them hairless and without fingerprints. However, this transformation significantly boosts their combat abilities. Even a regular Beta-turned Shadow can rival an Alpha in battle." Flipping through the pages, I paused at the images of the Shadows

To my surprise, Helena stepped in front of me, positioning herself to block the shadow's approach. The shadow struggled violently, but Celeste and Howard held her down with ease. She was too weak to break free. I watched her with a feeling of relief. "Shadow, let's try this again. Let's see what happens if you can't return to my body on time." The night dragged on endlessly. The shadow fought us fiercely until, as dawn approached, she became more and more frantic. Her veins popped out, and she seemed to have endless strength, charging at us like a wild bull.