Lord Shadow Novels & Stories

Lancelot's face widened in a grin seeing me there. "Always an honour to meet you. I came here to discuss some points with Alpha Ezra but he refuses to even consider them." I shrugged with my lean shoulders and raised both my hands. Alpha Lancelot threw a confused look towards his son who instantly told him about my assassin status. "Is that true Anna? Are you associated with The Shadow from Crescent Island?" He asked, the smile on his face had disappeared. 'Oh! Boy, men and their need to see weak women,' I thought to myself before replying .

King Edward called out, his hand resting on his sword hilt. The figure threw back its hood, revealing a face twisted with malice and eyes gleaming with a dark light. "I am Malora, the Shadow Witch," she hissed, her voice dripping with menace. "I have come to claim what is rightfully mine." I felt a chill run down my spine at the mention of her name. Malora was a powerful sorceress known for her malevolent magic and thirst for dominion over the realms. Her presence alone was a harbinger of doom, and I knew we were in for a battle unlike any we had faced before.

The leader maintained his domineering attitude despite being slashed by Chase's blade. Chase looked at the man's torn sleeve and found it amusing. "My blade won't touch unknown individuals. Tell me your name." He pointed at the leader. "I'm Eldrige Lyre, Dalo Heavenly Sword of the Evil Shadow Sect." When Eldrige spoke, 12 black swords appeared behind him, looking pretty impressive. However, this changed the next moment. Chase could only see black and white now as he emanated a murderous aura. Was this his personal sword domain?

I demanded, twisting so hard against the ropes that they burned into my wrists. Perth rose slowly from his chair, his tall frame casting a long shadow that swallowed me whole. He leaned down until his lips were near my ear, his voice low, cold, and too close. “For the life you’ve inherited,” he whispered. “One way or another.” And then he straightened, giving the slightest nod. The cloaked man pulled something from his robes—a glint of steel flashing in the dim light. My heart slammed against my ribs. I jerked wildly against the chair, panic tearing through the last shreds of my fake calm.

It was cold and hard, but a warm crack glowed with a faint light. I looked up. To my eyes, he was a tall man, maybe six-foot-three. He was dressed in all black, wearing some kind of mask or hood that looked very artistic. The coolest part was the glowing decoration on his chest, like a special effect from a sci-fi movie. 【WARNING: Player Ava has touched the S-rank Boss ‘The Shadow Lord’s’ ‘Soul Scar.’ This is a fatal wound from a past betrayal. Touching it means instant, murderous rage.】

the leader of the Shadow Stalkers was Lyra’s long-lost cousin, a woman named Seraphina. Seraphina, the old woman explained, was a direct descendant of the same bloodline that possessed the unique abilities. Years ago, she had been ostracized, banished from ShadowClan for her rebellious nature and her unwavering belief in the ancient prophecy. She had spent years honing her skills, building her own following, and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The connection hit Lyra with the force of a physical blow. The revelation shattered her assumptions, adding an unforeseen layer of complexity to the conflict. It was not simply a war between two warring factions; it was a battle that struck a

"The anchor point! You have to..." "On it!" Lyra was already moving, her smaller size letting her slip through the chaos. She reached the pooling darkness and plunged her silver knife directly into its center. The shadow magic shrieked, a sound that existed more in minds than ears. The anchor point began collapsing, its carefully constructed pathways unraveling. But not before something emerged. Not Obsidian's warriors. Not the army everyone expected. A single wolf, massive and black, with pale grey eyes that held a century of patient planning.

“Lord Jude. Keeper of Shadow. Heir of the Blood Flame. He who chose the humans.” "He who betrayed the realm." I fell to my knees. Then everything blinked black.

The circle flared black and violet, twisting, alive. From the darkness, a whisper rose: Nex umbraa, kai vel’thra… ix shael. Kai’thai kharuun… kai’thra kai’thai. From shadow, I awaken… I am hers. I am warrior… I am and I become. Then it appeared. Not a simple crow, but something older, warped. Its wings were tattered starlight. Its eyes burned like molten amethyst. It landed on her shoulder. Claiming her. Marking her.

Arth covered his eyes with his hand as an enormous dragon descended from the clouds. Black shiny scales covered the beast’s body, with wide wings that could almost shadow the entire city, and huge spikes ran down its spine where a tall figure rode on its back. The wind blasted as the dragon flapped, landing on the wide garden. Lord Ander climbed down from the beast, dark blue eyes faintly dimmed amidst his shadowed face from the hood of his black cloak. Shadowhunter walked to meet the Lord, then he knelt and said, “I did what you have commanded me, Lord, though your subject has proved to be a bit more irritating than I thought.”