Hunter X Hunter Shadow Beast Novels & Stories

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

Hunter gathered sunlight from the passage’s opening, and from the corridors father back and junctures of wall, he gathered shadow, shaping them, channeling his pain and anger into a material force (The Beast laughed.), and his blade began to flicker from shadow to light, light to shadow.

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

The hunter’s red eyes narrowed with interest. “There it is,” it whispered. “The true power.” Nyx moved quickly in front of me. “Ariana,” she warned softly. But I could barely hear her. The rage inside me was growing too fast. The hunter raised one clawed hand slowly. “Take her.” The shadow beasts charged instantly.BEverything exploded into chaos. Damian lunged forward first, his sword cutting through the nearest beast with brutal force. Orion shifted fully beside him, massive claws ripping into another creature’s throat.

The shadow beast howled, its form flickering and distorting. The man staggered back, his silver eyes wide with rage. “You have no idea what you’re doing!” Sasha gritted her teeth, tears streaming down her face. “Then maybe you should’ve thought of that before you dragged me into this!” The altar cracked beneath her hands, the runes shattering like glass. The light intensified, and with a final, deafening roar, the shadow beast exploded into nothingness. Sasha collapsed, her vision swimming. Kael was at her side in an instant, his human form trembling as he gathered her into his arms.

The bloodline, The Lunar Royals, if he was correct, then everything about my pathetic life was untrue. I could smell the metallic stench of ozone and rot in the air as the roar sounded a third time. "Kael, what is it?" I yelled out. His profile was stiff, chiselled from granite. "A Shadow Beast." My blood transformed to ice. Every wolf knew the stories of the Shadow Beasts—old, evil animals made to seek down strong magical bloodlines. Animals meant to have gone extinct millennia ago. "That's impossible," I gasped. "They no longer exist."

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.

There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.” “Are you sure about this?” “Of course I am. Look, we only need three drops of blood from me, the host, a shadow’s blood, a binder, and the blood from my closest l**k.” “What’s a shadow’s blood? And a binder?” “Dang, a shadow’s blood, idiot! The shadow’s blood.” “Yeah, keep repeating that, and I swear I’ll get it.” “Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?”

She was nervous but also excited. Will they like her? Will they welcome her with open arms? Only time will tell as they were moving toward the village that Caleb seemed to forget to her as their group consists of Caleb, Xavier, the one with brunette hair and grey eyes, Arthur who was black-headed and green eyes, and her to the secret village that was known as Shadow Pack.

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…