Novel & Cerita Hobgoblin Iron Shadow

Lord Ira: I don't know what you're thinking but there is no way that a human can last a whole week without sleeping even if he has the energy to last the whole journey. - Ban: Okay Done. Yup... These familiars will do.. Lux >> Storm Shadow 'S class' [ Dark Phoenix appearance, air and ground mobility. Rare S class shadow type, Wind manipulation, high air agility and medium ground agility. Strategic combat familiar. 100% immunity to physical attack, 75% spell immunity and 70% evasion rate. Unique shadow skill- Can hide in a caster's shadow only and increase power up in darkness. Unique skill- short distance teleportation.]

His canines enlarged and his eyes turned red. The shadows gathered at his feet and started to whisper and spread as they answered his command. The shadows feed on blood like Kieran does and right now their sacrifice were the rogues. They got thicker and thicker as they moved. The rogues and warriors could feel the change in the atmosphere but could not see the shadows. When they reached the rogues, they started sucking them dry fast then move to the next. One after the other the rogues fell on the ground sucked dry.

He bled from his side where one claw had cut through. Still, he didn't falter. Not once. Every time I weakened, his fire shielded me. Every time his storms buckled, my ember cut through for him. Until only one shadow remained. It towered over the clearing, larger than the rest, its shape shifting between wolf and human and something monstrous in between. Its core pulsed blinding white, chains wrapped thick around it. Kieran hissed between his teeth. "That one's old. Strong." The shadow bent its head toward me. A voice rumbled through the clearing, deeper than the others, layered with grief.

“You think it’s him?” “I don’t think,” she replied softly. “I know.” The first howl split through the air then distant, ragged, too distorted to belong to any living wolf. It was followed by another, closer, and then the tree line erupted in chaos. The Shadowborn had come. They poured from the forest like living nightmares wolves that looked half-rotten, their eyes black and their mouths dripping with dark ichor. Their bodies moved wrong, their limbs bending at impossible angles. The stench of decay rolled with them, making the Ironfang warriors gag as they rushed to arm themselves.

Dark, shadow-like beings with glowing red eyes, their movements unnaturally fast, their forms shifting in and out of existence. Eve’s stomach twisted. “What are they?” The witch’s voice was soft. “The Shadowborn were not just wolves. They were something more. A hybrid bloodline—born of both wolf and magic.” Eve’s entire body went cold. She watched as one of the Shadowborn warriors unleashed a wave of darkness, cutting through the enemy ranks like a blade. The werewolves fighting beside them moved with unnatural speed, their eyes glowing silver, their forms almost… shifting. Like they were something more than just wolves.

Their red eyes flickered to her, some of them hesitating, as if sensing the danger she posed. And then— A screech tore through the night. A hulking Shadowborn emerged from the breach, taller than the others, its form wrapped in shifting darkness. Unlike the others, its body wasn’t skeletal—it was solid, monstrous, with jagged armor-like plates covering its limbs. A general. Lillian’s breath hitched. The creature’s hollow gaze locked onto her, and a voice—deep and jagged like rusted steel—rumbled through the battlefield. “Moonborn.”

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

It creaked as it opened the sound echoing through the initial silence. Once in, the stench of decay and stale smoke hit us like a physical force, but I didn’t flinch. It was a labyrinth of half-light and clutter, the space filled with the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of metal. The men inside hanged around on tattered furniture or clustered around makeshift tables, their eyes immediately shifting towards us with a mix of curiosity and respect. Levi, the boss of this dark haven, stood apart from the rest. His bearded face was a canvas of scars and shadows, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating intelligence that had earned him his place at the top.

"A distraction. The Shadow's buying time for something bigger." Before Finn could respond, the ground shook violently. From the shadows emerged a swarm of creatures, their forms more grotesque and refined than any the team had faced before. Leading them was another humanoid figure, its eyes glowing with malicious intelligence. "You're too late," it hissed, its voice a chilling echo. "The Shadow's ascension cannot be stopped." Ruby raised her rifle. "We'll see about that."

Dupree, with his rune-infused blade, fended off the Shadows, each strike causing them to momentarily dissipate. Seraphina and I focused on the chest, attempting to harness its energy. As we channeled our combined powers, the chest began to glow brighter, emitting a frequency that seemed to disorient the Shadows. Moros, seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Now! Push them back!" With a collective effort, we unleashed a wave of energy, forcing the Shadows to retreat. But just as victory seemed within grasp, the ground trembled beneath us, and from the abyss, a colossal Shadow emerged, its presence dwarfing the others.