Neon Shadows Novels & Stories

The three members of dark-shadows all have long black hairs that reached up to their backs which they left flowing. Their body is one built like a strong tower and they leave their chest bare while their trousers hung just below their waist. Dark shadows are known for fornication and they never really have anything good to do since the split of the covens. Their coven is like a brothel. But despite it, they are still one of the strongest covens and that is because of their special ability of not been seen when they don’t want to.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

She shrieked only once and then she didn’t respond. I know what happened so I can’t help but think about the time when Natalie will wake up and get to know about Anne’s condition. She will be livid when she figures out Anne is going through what Zero felt throughout the centuries. Anne has fallen into the same sleep with the shadows haunting her and bringing forth the worst memories with every breath she takes. That is Zero’s power. He makes people suffer the same way he suffered. The shadows claimed him in the grave and never left him alone after that. Now, he can shift the burden to someone and kill them with it.

“This looks creepy” I muttered just to break the eery silence that surrounded us. I survey the area we are in but there is nothing much to it. The trees are huge and tall and they seem to be covered in shadows. It wasn’t so dark that we couldn’t see, but it felt as if someone had cast a shadow upon the entire forest. “Nolan” I began. “Could you please push away the shadows? Shadows were his forte and he could control them. Having them out of the way could make things a lot easier. I wait as I watched him close his eyes. Trying to concentrate on what needs to be done.

The shadows surged, faster, stronger, more coordinated than ever. I roared, wolf bursting free in full fury. Energy collided forest, fragments, shadows, bond all exploding in an impossible symphony. The ground beneath us cracked. Trees splintered. The sky darkened. And I realized we were no longer fighting just for survival. We were fighting for everything. The shadows form a perfect circle around us, energy pulsing violently, eyes burning silver. A voice echoes in unison: You cannot survive the next strike, Luna. Prepare to die.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

Their concerns materialised in eerily vivid dreams, and nightmares tormented their sleep. But there were also flashes of light in the middle of the shadows. Everyone smiled when Zara laughed while reminiscing about a childhood memory. The mood was eased by Jorath's rough attempts at humour, even though they were frequently met with moans. Even Liora's infrequent flashes of weakness strengthened their relationship. The earth under them turned to blackened stone, and the air grew colder as they neared the Nexus. The building loomed ahead, a soaring monolith throbbing with a sinister light. Around it, shadows writhed, their forms changing and bending as though they were living.

The deep blue bioluminescence pumped through the veins in the ice, casting long, eerie shadows across the cavern. Directly beneath the heart, the circular pool of necrotic black sludge remained perfectly still. And standing guard around it, the four faceless Shadow Wraiths floated inches above the ground, their wicked obsidian scythes gleaming in the blue light. They hadn't looked up. They had no reason to. No one in the history of the Northern Shadows had ever been foolish enough to try and free-climb the True King’s engine room in a torn silk nightgown.

Synchronously, three blue flames appeared out of nowhere, and placed themselves near the tetrad. "What are these?" Nimuel shrieked, pulling Nexus out of their ways. "These, Nimuel Saeltheriel, are shadows, the atoms of the mortal lands, as you might say. But instead of just making things, shadows have the power to destroy them as well." The boat came to a stop in front of them. They looked at it beadily. It was a plain looking boat, built out of wood. But the shadows around it gave it a ghostly aura.

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.