Shadow Amy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

with a dark, filthy secret. The "nobody" trauma from the Silver Azure pack rushes back, flooding my senses. I feel the old shame, the stinging rejection of being the girl from the dirt who dared to look at the sky. My vision blurs at the edges. I expect the roar. I expect the floor to shake as Clyde unleashes the "Shadow Alpha" rage that would silence this room in a heartbeat.

“Now you can spend more time with Daniel. You two make such a cute couple. His eyes light up every time you’re together.” Amy was a hopeless romantic. She dreamed of a fairy-tale love and a prince charming. Whether it was for her, Chloe, or me, she hoped for it, but since I started working at the Shadow of Sophia, I’d seen the other side of the world—the ugly side of people, the part no one saw. Famous, handsome, rich men revealed their true selves at the Shadow. I rested my chin in my hand, gazing out the window at a patch of blue sky breaking through the heavy clouds. Daniel was like that sliver of sky—my hope for a clear, warm day amid the oppressive gray that always surrounded me.

It was raw joy and unfettered freedom; the shadows receded for a fleeting moment, offering her sanctuary against the overwhelming darkness. But the monster had other plans, sending tendrils of shadow sweeping back through her memories, distorting them as quickly as they had emerged. “You’re nothing without us,” the monster hissed, casting her friends in shadows that crept like creeping vines across the memories. Amelia felt a panic rising within her as their forms twisted into grotesque caricatures, merging past joy with present fears.

Not that it matters, since the small area means the shadow can’t get away. Kian’s teeth latch onto the shadow being, and he yanks, attempting to tear it away from Amora. The shadow hisses, wriggling in his grasp and squeezing tighter. A small, feeble squeak comes from Amora’s throat—the only sound she can make. Fury sends a wave of shadow smoke coming off my pitch black fur, and I lunge for the tendrils around her body. Snarls fill the air as Frost and Kian attack the shadow’s undulating form. I tear through the tendril wrapped around Amora’s neck, nicking her skin in the process, but the shadow being releases her with a startled, eerie scream.

Amelia's packmates tensed beside her, ready to spring into action. But Amelia extended a hand, urging caution. "We won't be swayed by your twisted ideals. We are united by loyalty and love, not darkness and despair." The Shadow Lord's glowing eyes narrowed beneath his hood, an unsettling smirk playing at his lips. "You speak of love as if it can save you. Allow me to enlighten you about the true nature of reality." With a flick of his wrist, the Shadow Lord conjured a powerful blast of dark energy, hurling it toward Amelia and her allies. The force of the impact sent them sprawling back, their bodies crashing into the cold stone floor.

“Agree to work with me first, then I'll fully go into the details.” With every step he took, my eyes followed him about. “Are you being serious right now?” I muttered. “Why should I work with you, what do I stand to gain from working with you? And does that mean I am no longer your wife but your working partner?” His steps ceased, he turned round to face me, his eyes looked nowhere but my face. “You’d be both. And speaking of what you'd gain from working with me, is working with Alpha Axton, ruler of Shadowmoon pack, who is also your husband not enough for you?”

Ryan shouted, stepping into the path of the assault, his energy colliding with the creature’s, sparks and shadows twisting and clashing in the mist. Amelia, desperate to protect them both, stretched out her hands. The Shadows, responding to her bloodline, swirled around her like a living storm, forming barriers and striking at the advancing creature. She realized with a jolt that she could direct them not just command them, but guide them, shape them into tools for defense.

"Some of his light... leaked into me. Some of my shadow... into him. Temporary side effect of the blood transfer." "And the twelve hours?" "Have begun," Shadowalker said grimly. "And he's already making the most of them." In the armory, Amy stood before a rack of weapons, then shook her head. "I don't need these." She held up a hand, concentrating. A blade of solidified light formed in her grip, humming with energy. In her other hand, shadows coalesced into a dark, serrated edge. She looked at the dual weapons, then at her reflection in a polished shield.

It’s Shadow himself, with his walls, his secrets, his fears, which only seem taller and more impenetrable the closer I get. “You can’t keep carrying everything,” I say suddenly, breaking the silence. He turns to me, raising an eyebrow. “What are you talking about?” “This. You. You always put yourself in the middle, like some kind of human shield… well, lycan shield.” Shadow lets out a dry laugh, but there’s no humor in it. “You don’t understand, Amelia. If I don’t do it, no one else will.” “That’s not true,” I insist, sitting up. “I’m here, remember? I’m not useless.”

I said with a stern voice and saw her stand up straighter and her eyes cast downwards. ‘That’s right pup, show me some respect.’ I gloated internally. Shadow simply shook her head in amusement at my petty victory. “Good evening Alpha.” She greeted timidly while my eyes fell to the cup of coffee in her hands. If there was one thing I had learnt about Amy in all the years I slaved for her, it was that she never and I mean never drank coffee. In fact, she never failed to express her disgust for the beverage saying how bad it was for the skin.