Shadeslinger Novels & Stories

Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together. Cameron, a polished man in his thirties, simply smiled without a word. Those in power could take a passive role while the ones in service were expected to be more assertive. Amid Willow’s hesitation, her boss poured her a drink. “So Mr. Shuttle…” Willow extended her arm. Suddenly, the door to the private lounge opened, and a head poked in for a look. “Oops, wrong room.” Without a care for the people inside, the attendant apologized to the man behind him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chester. My bad for getting the room number wrong.”

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

Alpha Sebastian. “All of that is true but we also don't know what promises Aiden has made to them. He could have promised them land, reentry to their former packs or even war which is what will happen if his plan succeeds.” Beta Kira. “Exactly, which is why we need numbers. If each of you could spare 20 of your stealthiest warriors. We'll be able to use the element of surprise by blending in with the crowd and identifying all targets. Rogues will most likely be hiding out of sight, they will also most likely have a signal in place so we either have to stop them before they can give it or we need to be prepared to fight.” Jessica.

“Shadows. At least twenty. No—more.” I moved forward. Through the archway, past the courtyard, in the distance— dark shapes were sliding between the trees. Not wolves. Not Ravagers. Something worse. Silas paled. “Those are Shades. Beasts of the First Realm. The moment the Thread cracked open, they slipped through.” Rowan’s voice dropped. “They’re heading straight for the stronghold.” “We can hold them,” Vaughn said, gripping his weapons. Silas shook his head. “Not for long.”

Zane Callahan. Even from the press box, his presence was a magnet—jet-black hair slick with sweat, broad shoulders cutting through drills with predatory grace. His reputation as a hockey prodigy was only half the story; the other half was whispered in tabloids—secrets, scandals, a past he guarded like a fortress. My hazel eyes locked on him, and a chill unrelated to the rink’s frost crawled up my spine. Those eyes. Green. Piercing. Like the ones burned into my memory from the night my mother died.

"A female all alone out here in the plains? How lucky are we?" They slowly closed in on me, and my Beta power surged out instantly, making them hesitate. "She's a Beta!" "So what? She's alone." Several rogues lunged at me, and I instantly shifted into my wolf form. I struggled desperately to break out of their circle and run toward pack territory. When I collapsed at the door of my rental, covered in blood, I received a message from Matteo. [Sabrina's back now. What we had is over. Don't cause any trouble.]

She looked at me in shock and fury. I inhale, I meditate and will the powers of heaven to hear my prayer. She should have gone to heaven with her family. I see in mind a man that is glowing with the sun. he asks what a creature of the shadwos wants with heaven. I tell him in my heart what is my prayer and desire for Gabrielle to go home with her family. “I will never leave you!” she glares at me. “Yes, you will” I tell her with finality. I see the beaming light in front of her.

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.

She lost her son and her best friend in the process, she wasn’t likely to make the same mistake again. First I would have to get him to agree. Waiting until the sun was low in the sky I walked to the boarders of Lilith’s wards, once again the small bonfire could be seen between the trees. I was unsure on how to proceed, knowing if I stepped out of the wards I would be unprotected. I needn’t worry for long, before I could decide how to go forward, Lysander appeared before me. Once again, his towering form shrouded in his heavy black cloak, his face hidden from view bar the two bright glowing orbs that are his eyes.