Hobgoblin Iron Shadow Novels & Stories

I whispered, kneeling beside a giant footprint pressed deep into the red dirt. My right hand glowed with silver fire as I touched the edge of the print. The black dirt hissed, turning into hot gray ash under my fingers. "The print is corrupted by shadow magic," I said, looking up at Valen. "Malakor isn't just hiding out here. He is already using the siphon crystal shards to turn the local rogue wolves into shadow beasts!" Valen stepped in front of me, drawing his broadsword. The steel flared with a bright, angry sun-fire that lit up the dark shadows of the ruined courtyard.

Anna would take a piece of their hide for this abandonment, but only if Lillian could hold back the tide. Lillian looked at the obsidian dagger on her table, the one she had used to send Anna into the Gray. She knew the secret the Oracle was keeping. She knew that Asmodeus hadn't acted alone, and that the "Woman in the Shadows" was a ghost from a past so dark it could tilt the axis of the supernatural world. "You won't have her," Lillian whispered to the empty room, though her words were meant for the Council members hovering on the mountain's edge. "No witch or wolf, ghost or demon, will stop what she is meant to become."

In her bid to be as powerful as her twin sister, the twin seduced Tahula, playing the role of Nyala and promising him they'd unite their species as one when they get together. Tahula did fall for her, utterly and irrevocably. And he did like the idea of uniting the species for more peace to reign. Unfortunately, Nyala found out about everything, and cast her twin into the shadows of the unknown. It is said that the goblins are part of the shadows of the unknown where Nyala's twin is now locked in. Alongside the goblins, there were trolls, and wendigos. I haven't seen the last two, but I've witnessed the dangers of a goblin.

Cold black mist poured through the opening. Every living creature in the valley froze. An overwhelming pressure seemed to crush the air itself. Even the Night Titans knelt. The Shadow Legion lowered their heads. The Crimson Warden smiled triumphantly. "Our Lord..." "...welcome home." Through the narrow opening, a single enormous eye slowly appeared. It was larger than an entire castle tower. Its iris glowed molten gold. Its pupil was darker than the deepest night. The Shadow Dragon. Only one eye was visible... Yet its presence alone made the mountains tremble.

He saw her entire body glowing with that annoying golden light and he knew he couldn't win with simple tricks anymore…He had to use everything he had left. "You think you have won?" Lihont screamed. "I will drown your light in the deepest sea of darkness!" Lihont stood tall, his shadow leg pulsing with dark energy. “Romhetudro enamerufst drestyerfuighen!” He began to chant again, but this time, the shadows didn't come from the surroundings, they came from within him. Hundreds of thin, black shadows like snakes crawled all over his body, covering his skin until he looked like a huge shadow. The air around him started to smell badly and the grass beneath his feet turned black and died.

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.