Shadeslinger Novels & Stories

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

Their faces remained terrifyingly blank. “No more fire,” David said. The flames disappeared as if a giant had blown out his birthday candles. “What the—?” said Ed behind them. The shower of water abruptly shut off. Mrs. Schneider stared at David like she’d never seen him before. “You’re one of them,” she spat. “One of the witches.” “Go home,” David said. Alex noticed then there seemed to be a kind of halo all around David’s body, like he was giving off a faint bioluminescent glow.

he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun “No he’s not, you trigger-happy bastard. Anyways, it’s not weird. There are people blessed with the gift of controlling shadows. I believe they call themselves Shadow” “Interesting. I can’t believe such amazing people exist” he giggles Shane lights another cigarette “They are far from amazing. Back when I was a teen, I took up a job offer to kill a pregnant woman. It should be an easy job I thought but she could control Shadows” he blows out smoke

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

- Shadof bowed low, pressing one hand to his chest, while his body began to play with smoky overflows, becoming transparent in places. - Ssazzul, I'm glad you came quickly, this is where the hunter attacked me, in this wall he is now, chained with a pin of shadows. Can you bring him back to the material world? Sszzul nodded quickly. He walked up to the wall, swaying in different directions, his hands began to weave a spell. For a moment he was gone. The vampire and the werewolf looked at each other. After a while, silhouettes began to appear, becoming more and more clear with every second. On the wall, a hunter twitched helplessly, pierced through and through by a Shadof artifact. Greenish s

Ancient runes etched into its facade pulsed faintly, their protective power a silent shield against the sinister energy the group battled mere minutes ago. The memory of the grotesque creature, its red eyes and smoky aura, haunted them - a stark reminder of the Nightshade Pack’s dark influence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the team, his commanding presence steadying the group after their harrowing encounter. His amber eyes, still sharp with the intensity of their forest skirmish, met those of Alpha Damien Bloodmoon, who stood in the foyer of the pack house studying the group.

It's rare that the Shadows get this kind of interaction with the council, they normally keep pretty much to themselves. A male wolf shifter named Shane who is considered our “general” if you’re comparing ranks to a human army, steps forward. He looks like a massive GI Joe come to life but he has a soft side once you get to know him. I note his witch mate Maya, who hardly ever comes to headquarters.

From one of them emerged a shadowy figure with glowing eyes, its presence sending a chill through the room. “This is a Shade,” Master Varyn explained. “It is a manifestation of collective fears. To defeat it, you must work together to exploit its weaknesses. You will have 30 minutes to figure it out. Fail, and the Shade will dissipate—but so will your chance to advance in this school.” As the Shade prowled the chamber, Anna felt a knot of anxiety tighten in her stomach. She glanced at her friends, their faces mirroring her own apprehension. --- The First Encounter