Sans X Shadow Fanart Novels & Stories

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

The shadows on the far side of the hall began to shift. To gather. To grow. Lucian lifted a hand, his aura surging. “Show yourselves.” A dark figure peeled out of the shadows like smoke coming alive. Its face was hidden. Its presence was wrong. Another stepped out behind it. And another. Three. Four. Five. All cloaked in shifting black, no scent, no heartbeat, no emotion. The Shadow Faction. The lead one tilted its head, eyes glowing silver. “You cannot hide the girl,” it said. Fia whimpered and pressed herself against me.

Right now, the shadows are definitely not being friendly towards Sage and Liam. I know the play Zane wants to make. It’s one we have practiced many times but haven’t used on the field yet. Zane and I enter the shadow tornado that is surrounding Sage and Liam. Zane is going to Liam while I go for Sage. We find Sage and Liam with their wolf butts touching each other as they swipe at the shadows with their paws. They are disoriented and distracted. Zane heads for Liam, and I make my way toward Sage. This is where I let Sasha have complete control. I know I will hesitate again, and I can’t afford to make that mistake. I got lucky once. I don’t want to test Fate a second time.

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.

"Thank you, Edward. For guiding me through this." I nodded, feeling a surge of pride swell within me. "We are far from finished. Now, let us put you to the test against the shade." The training ground took on a more ominous aura, the air crackling with an eerie energy. Bella stood at the center, gripping a practice sword with white-knuckled intensity. Her eyes were fixed on the shadowy figure before her, its form shifting like smoke in the wind. Though silent, the shade exuded a menacing presence, its faintly glowing eyes piercing the darkness.

My 100% root access was fully operational, casting a glowing golden HUD over my vision that highlighted the layout of the tunnels in sharp, geometric lines. Xander stalked right behind me, a silent, predatory shadow. His breathing was heavy, his skin still radiating the residual heat from our recent thermal dump, but his crimson eyes were sharp, locked onto the red tracking blips I was streaming directly into his mind through our open-source Mate bond. Suddenly, the air in front of us violently warped. A thick, toxic purple mist erupted from the darkness, twisting into a horrifying, shifting corridor of screaming faces and phantom blades. It was a high-tier Shadow Fang illusion—a psychic Log

She moved to the other side and took Xena’s hand, saying, “This is Xena, also known as the Fashion Master. She’s also Shadow from Black Den.” “Shadow?” All four men were equally surprised, especially Elliot. He did not expect Xena to be associated with Black Den. Hamish was shocked, too, thinking, ‘She’s Shadow?! Rumor has it Shadow can bring disaster to the nation, and no one can resist her seductive tactics. She’s quick-handed and skilled in mechanical design. Also, her whip is unstoppable.’ Hamish’s heart pounded after finding out she was a member of Black Den. He stood up and looked at her, asking tremblingly, “Xena, you’re Shadow?”

“What the hell is that?!” Cassian’s voice was sharp. “Not a wolf.” The shadow moved again. Striking another warrior— Then disappearing. Fast. Silent. Deadly. Finn stumbled back. “Nope. I hate this one the most.” Aria pushed herself up, breathing hard. Her eyes narrowed. “Stop running.” The shadow paused. Just for a second. Then— It appeared in front of her. Not fully. But enough. A figure. Tall. Dark. Eyes glowing faint blue.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

[Within what appears to be a very elaborate military base now fortified with some unknown materials that appear to be Shields and reinforcing the walls with darkness, a woman steps forward from the shadows with a smirk on her face as a hood and dark Shadow magic cloaks her voice and body causing a distorting figure of her body and vibration of her voice. Shadow: We say our first hello here. What's it been, 6 years Dantzler? Xanne? Cow? The time for our dance is coming after all but not here. Here I offer to you Captain Yaardii INFINITE VICTORY! (Her hand brushes along his neck as if caressing him sweetly as she leans forward and breathes into his ear releasing some sort of gas like substance