Hobgoblin Iron Shadow Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Selene, that shadow, it's not over. Whatever is left is just evil. It will hit us if we fail!" The golden eyes of Thorne shrunk. "We've broken everything it's sent our way. But this... this is different. Get ready!" Draven looked into my calm dark blue eyes. You will be pushed to your limits by "Moonbound... the shadow that stays behind is faster, smarter, and more deadly than the Void Shard." "Believe in yourself, the Silver Heart, and us." I clenched my hands, and a strong silver energy wrapped around me. As it got closer, the shadow looked into my mind to find signs of fear, doubt, and hesitation. The night was lit up by sparks of red, silver, and black.

I must keep going, even though I am exhausted and sweating, because this is the only way I can win. Then I hear it—a noise behind me, a rustle. I tighten my grip on the hilt. “Who’s there?” I whisper, turning slowly. The forest answers with silence. But then—I saw a shadow between the trees. Someone is watching me. For the first time since my seventh rebirth, I realize I may not be the only one with memories.

A black and bluish smoke started to rise up from all around us. Just then, the sky turned darker. Somewhere in the distance, we saw weird looking dragon bones fly into the horizon. They were coming straight at us. As if that wasn’t enough, the werewolf corpses started to stand by themselves too. Blast it! This vampire had conjuring powers! I should have known since he had always used those dragon bones from before! “I need your carcass, Shadow wolf. They belong to me!” This was not going to be such an easy fight.

Enough time to use the shadows to enter my bleeding limb and pull off the knife. "What the?! You´re an irregular?!" Once the iron was out, I submerged into the darkness. Puff. Little by little, the torches that lit the room died, and so did his confidence. Puff. Puff. "Impossible! I´ve never heard of an irregular capable to use shadow magic!" He kept throwing knives where the torches turned off. Just the sound of metal hitting stone and fabric answered his erratic aim. "I-It doesn´t matter! This doesn´t change shit! You´re done, kid! For I am the greatest mercenary of this kingdom!"

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Alpha Sebastian. “All of that is true but we also don't know what promises Aiden has made to them. He could have promised them land, reentry to their former packs or even war which is what will happen if his plan succeeds.” Beta Kira. “Exactly, which is why we need numbers. If each of you could spare 20 of your stealthiest warriors. We'll be able to use the element of surprise by blending in with the crowd and identifying all targets. Rogues will most likely be hiding out of sight, they will also most likely have a signal in place so we either have to stop them before they can give it or we need to be prepared to fight.” Jessica.

“The prophecy was never yours to claim, Alpha. She was never yours.” Elara stepped forward before I could stop her. “Who are you?” “Don’t,” I warned, catching her arm. But the figure raised its head, and for the first time I saw its eyes, hollow, ringed with silver light, like a wolf’s, but dead. My wolf snarled, teeth bared. “Rogue,” I spat. The figure smiled, thin and sharp. “Not rogue. I'm the Shadow.” It moved then, too fast, darting back into the trees.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

We stopped a few feet away from them and then the old men spoke those damn words. “Ombra di morte.” (Shadow of death.) The old man said as I took the hood off. I knew what his plan was the moment he wanted me to suddenly assist him with training. never did that at home, why here. The woman looked surprised and the men, well they looked displeased, irritated, aggravated and enraged . Because again they expected the shadow of death to be a man and not a woman. “Liyah.” The old man called out to me.