Sans X Shadow Fanart Novels & Stories

Gabriela suggested. “I told you no human help, we have to wait until we get another sign,” Abey said walking towards Gabriela. “I'm going to order Chinese you want some?” “Yeah.” Abey ordered the Chinese, Gabriela sat on the floor with her tarot cards, that magic no one can control, only she could. Closing her eyes, she laid the cards down without opening her eyes. “I feel we're safe here.” she said opening her eyes, “these three cards will help us in the next six months, she said turning over each card.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

Instantly, the air around him hummed violently as the sky darkened. "Anson, you don't mind if I borrow some of your men's souls, do you?" The Shadow Guardian's voice echoed in Anson's ears, sending shivers down everyone's spine. Anson's heart stopped. He quickly replied, "Not at all! Use them as you wish!" "Good!" The Shadow Guardian sneered as he brought his hands together with a thunderous clap. With a resonant hum, tendrils emerged from the swirling black mist behind him. They reached for the Xenoses stationed outside the manor. They grasped the men's heads amidst their terrified pleas.

The atmosphere that greeted them should be a promise of a night full of adventure and unforgettable experiences. In the room, the light spread diffusely, creating an atmosphere of mystery. The chandeliers emitted a warm light that embraced the room with an enigmatic aura, outlining vague shadows and silhouettes on the walls. It seemed as if the space was shrouded in a veil of unanswered questions, and the soft light played discreetly with every corner and every object, as if staging a dance of shapes and shadows. The sound of music, muffled and rhythmic, filled the room, heightening the already palpable tension. The subtle smell of alcohol and tobacco hung in the air, adding a touch of decad

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

His hand brushed my cheek, startlingly tender against the storm in his gaze. “They touched what’s mine,” he murmured. “And that… I cannot allow.” A shiver ran through me. “Victor, this isn’t just about you. If they’re taking photos of me, they could be taking photos of others. This could ruin people.” His thumb traced the curve of my lower lip. “I will burn this place to the ground before I let it ruin you.” His protectiveness should have scared me. Instead, it stole my breath. “You can’t fight shadows, Victor. Whoever this is—they’re already inside.”

The black liquid leaking from her eyes wasn't blood; it was the physical manifestation of the Shadow Heir’s data, an ink that rewrote the reality of anyone it touched. "Selene, stop!" Xander shouted, stepping between me and the creature wearing his sister-in-law’s face. He raised his hands, the scars on his wrists glowing a desperate, flickering gold, trying to tap into a power he no longer fully possessed. "You’re fighting the sync! I know you’re still in there!"

They dragged Lyra to the ceremonial circle in the center of the pack lands. The place where important rituals happened. Matings. Deaths. Banishments. The pack gathered around in a circle. Silent now. Watching. Waiting for what would happen next. Elder Theron stood at the center. He raised his hands. The formal stance of judgment. "Lyra Ashwood," he intoned. His voice carried across the silent crowd. "You are hereby stripped of your pack bond and exiled to the rogue territories for a period of five years. May the Moon Goddess have mercy on your soul and teach you what we could not."

The room was literally disturbing with all the weird sketches on the wall, and I felt my gut wrenching when I recalled that I had seen the same sketches on the wall of Sophia's basement. Weird patterns and the same coal-black colours. There was a pile of tablet packets on the window cupboard. Enough to keep a person drugged. Safina took a seat at the wooden chair; there was no other chair to sit on, so I sat on the edge of the bed, hardly resting my butt on it. "Arbina says, I am losing my mind... She scolds me for drawing on walls, but I don't remember doing that..." Safina complained to me. I looked at her hand, smudged with black coal.

“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.” Flicking her thumb, a midnight-black shadow appeared beside her, reflecting her height. She patted it before talking once again. “My shadow’s in level two and it’s a Scyrawing type, because I’m a weapon summoner.” The moment she said the word summon, a dagger flew in the air, which she caught by simply raising her hand. The presence of her shadow and her weapon has intimidated most of their circles that they ended up summoning their shadow, flickering different intensities of darkness.