Possessive Shadow X Sonic Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Little Heir, you’re looking a bit peaky. Is the Aurelius hospitality too cold for you?" Xavier’s voice cut through the clinking of silver against bone china. He sat too close. The Shadow Pack Alpha radiated a manufactured warmth that filled the space between them like a thick, cloying steam. He smiled, teeth perfectly white, eyes crinkling in a way that screamed 'trust me' while his scent—a sharp, ozone-charged sandalwood—pushed aggressively against the edges of the room.

The boy’s voice didn't echo; it absorbed the sound of the world around it. Standing in the crumbling tunnel, the "Shadow Heir" looked less like a monster and more like a terrifyingly perfect sculpture of a child. The glowing sphere in his hand pulsed in time with my own fading heartbeat, a physical manifestation of the "Final Liquidation."

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

she took my hand in hers and placed Red on my palm, he bird chipped at me and I knew then that he was my link to her, my soul creature was sent as my guide by Mother Selene. “I’ll take care of him. Always.” She beamed at me and stood to leave. “Take care of yourself too Allison and my dear Shadow as well.” She wrapped her arms around me and I hugged her back. My heart clenched and tears dripped from my eyes. Goodbyes are never easy. ~End of Dream~

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

Everyone laughed at Tyrell’s comical outburst. “Although that was Sonic’s idea, Ben was just going to send them all on a forced vacation.” Frank explained with a smug smile before asking Ben- “Do you need my men?” Ben looked at Sonic for his opinion. “If we can’t hurt anyone, then we definitely need more assistance.” Sonic rubbed his nose in embarrassment. “Hur… hur… hur… you will all have to excuse him; breaking bones is his specialty” Shadow defended with a tinge of mockery and pride.

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

I demand " How can I stand still when these are reaching to kill us?" "Just trust me,mistress. They mean no harm to you. They are just trying to contact you. Just try to communicate with them. Feel them because I can't but you can." Colton said making me groan and slap on his face and to my surprise my slap landed instead of passing through him which means I have the power to catch the shadows.

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

The shadow lunged forward, and instinctively, Phoenix and I extended our hands, forming a barrier of light around ourselves and the artifact. The force of the shadow hit, and the air cracked like thunder. The energy surged through me, radiating outward, mingling with the power of the artifact. I could feel it probing, testing, trying to find weaknesses. And then—slowly, imperceptibly—the lines of silver under my skin synchronized with it. I felt a pulse, a rhythm. The shadow faltered. The artifact’s light stabilized. “Keep it steady,” Phoenix murmured, voice almost a melody in my mind. “Do not let it overwhelm you.”