Shadeslinger Novels & Stories

We are all way too gossipy to keep a plan like that under wraps. “I can guarantee that those two have Shade on their payroll,” I say. “Yeah, that makes the most sense,” Hades replies. Shade is a witch/vampire hybrid and has been slinking around for close to 1000 years now. She will do whatever for the right price, so I know Vepar and Asmosday have to pay her extremely well to go along with this plan. We all know about Shade and what she does. We have left her alone because she hasn't bothered us. I am not sure what we should do now that she is involved in this shit.

SHADE FOREST ROAD: "My name is Julian Castle, I'm back to being the Blood Mooner, the most powerful immortal alive. We've now returned peace and balanced the dispute between the supernaturals in Shade. Shade, our town, our home. My brother William with his upgrade resumed his leadership and control over the vampires in Shade. My sister Willow maintained neutral, always. Alisa, happy here with my brother decided to stay back and delegated another head in Hilltop to oversee the witches. Nevertheless, the witches in Shade learning from their mistakes and wrong alliance with Stygian, accepted and delegated Alisa as the head of the covens in the entire town. Jeremy maintained a priest always havi

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

She lowers her voice to a whispered hiss, “slutting around for years, Aris. Do you really think no one has noticed how easily you tend to slip away and do whatever the hell you want?” I smirk into the golden haze of the sunset now draping over the beach, casting long shadows on the sand. “I’m a Shadowsynger, Brie. Slipping into the shadows–being an actual shadow–is what I was made to do. You can’t fault me for that, just like the family can’t take fault in what I like to do in my free time. Blake’s mess, Maeve’s scandal, and your disappearance gives me more freedom than I’ll ever have again. I’m enjoying it while it lasts.”

A look of regret crosses his face and tears run down my face cause I know what he means “No please it hurts” I murmur. He's been training me to control ‘obsidian’ in case she comes out but when he says my trigger word it’s hard for me to fight it "I'm so sorry tsvetok, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he kisses my hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road “Please” I beg in a whisper "Shadow" he whispers and then everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally, it's my time to shine ladies and gentlemen. Being Amari’s alter ego and personality disorder is just boring. She’s too sweet. Too weak she could learn from me

I felt suspicious; with the things happening, it would be no surprise if it was a call from the kidnappers, and that was more reason for me to answer the call. I sucked in a deep breath, no matter how brave I seemed or showed to others, I was still a bit scared and bothered. It would be very difficult for me to bear if Cynthia was to die because of me! I rubbed my nose bridge and answered the call. "Hello, This is Austin," I answered. "Hello, this is Shooter, leader of a Netherworld gang," A deep voice replied from the other end of the call, and I frowned slightly. The Netherworld gang was a gang that was widely known for their notorious ways. They might not be particularly skilled and not w

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

“But boss, does this mean that If this works out, I I’ll finally be promoted from my chauffeur duties? No more of these ‘executioner’ roles?” I allowed a slow, cold smile to spread across my lips. “If we succeed Caleb, you’ll be elevated from ‘The Shadow’ to ‘The Keeper of the Seal.’ It’s a prestigious role with substantial influence within The Shepherd’s Keep.” A flash of hope crossed his face, quickly masked by a hardened resolve “And Vanessa? What’s next for her though?” I leaned back, the leather creaking under my weight. “Vanessa’s role was always meant to be temporary. Her job was to catalyze Adrian’s downfall. Once our goals are achieved, her future will be reassessed. For now, she ha

The blade struck the shield with a deafening crack, sparks of silver and black energy exploding outward, illuminating the bloodied faces of Gale, Levi, and the guardians. The assassin recoiled, its borrowed body convulsing as the void eyes widened in surprise. "The Shadowed One... claims you," it hissed, its voice a chorus of whispers from the abyss. But Alina's shield held the bond with Gale amplifying it, his golden aura weaving through like threads of sunlight reinforcing the night. Gale lunged forward, his claws rending the assassin's throat in a swift, brutal arc. Black ichor sprayed, the body crumpling like a discarded puppet, the void eyes dimming to lifeless gray.