Shadow And Claw Novels & Stories

It is simply… knowing. And so it watches. The Maddox family, with its tangled bloodlines and secrets buried deep in the earth, has long caught the Watcher’s interest. There is something about this particular branch of the family—a darkness that clings to them, one that runs deeper than any curse or family history. The Watcher understands the curse that haunts the Maddoxes. It has always been there, feeding off their fears and choices. It feeds on them, and in return, it grants them power, binds them to an ancient promise that they cannot escape. The family’s history is like a dark river, winding its way through generations, but it is one that eventually leads to a crashing waterfall of inevi

A piece of his influence bleeding into the world. Then I heard it. A deep, guttural growl from the shadows. Lena spun, gun raised. “We’ve got company.” From the darkness of the ruins, figures emerged—cloaked in black, their faces obscured. Their eyes glowed silver. Niko cursed under his breath. “Shadowborn.” Damian didn’t hesitate. His gun was in his hand in an instant. “Kill them all.” The battle erupted in an instant. The Shadowborn lunged, their movements unnatural, inhuman. I barely had time to react before one was on me, its clawed hands reaching for my throat.

The air crackled with anticipation as the battlefield became our shared hunting ground. Without warning, Zack lunged at me with a lightning-fast speed, his claws extended to rend and tear. Instinctively, I dodged his attack, my agility matching his own. We moved in a deadly dance, our bodies twisting and turning, each strike and parry filled with lethal intent. I swiped at Zack with my powerful claws, but he countered with a swift dodge, retaliating with a series of ferocious bites. The clash of our fangs and the sound of our growls echoed through the night, blending with the wind that whispered through the trees.

That was when something wholly unexpected happened. She was reaching for the were's chains again when she saw the darkness around her hands begin to grow . . . deeper. Yes, "deeper" was the only thing that made sense. Shamira could see in any darkness, except that blackness which now encircled her hands resisted even her vision. Total darkness, cold and hard. It crept along her hands, then began to extend from her fingers like . . . claws. Shane's words echoed in her mind. First was the Shadow Healing, then the Shadow Jumping and Shadow Sight. The fourth Shadow Aspect was called the Shadow Claws. Four Aspects, mean the fifth --

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

Then the ground collapses. Not literally, but the sand fractures like a mirror. It opens at my feet and tendrils of the shadow claw up, wrapping around ankles, wrists, throats. They pull like they’re pulling into an ocean of night. One by one, fighters stumble. Shouts turn to curses and then to pained howls. A wolf close by, a young male Sylvian fighter, tries to scream. The shadow slides up his throat and he stops, eyes glazing until he falls forward like a marionette on rotten strings. The shadow drinks.

Playing with fire The creature who called himself Tin raised me and nurtured me like the parent I never had. He grew incredibly defensive of me and always kept me hidden from the unseen dangers lurking outside. As I grew older and more aware, he taught me how to walk, then how to run. Running was my key to survival up here. Night Claw, the species Tin was, were all equipped with poisonous blood and an arm they could turn into a spear. They were bred specifically to haul heavy loads other creatures couldn’t. Because of this, they were often rounded up and forced into labour with another species called Shade.

Alex opened the book Damian had given him in his library. It looked very old and dusty. Alex felt something strange about the book, as if it was calling him to read it. On the first page of the book was written in big letters: "Traces of what once was... Clan Echelon: Past, Duty and Destruction".

But because of the certainty behind it. Kael’var wasn’t worried. He wasn’t threatened. He already believed victory belonged to him. The Alpha returned to his throne and sat slowly. His claws scraped against the obsidian. “What are your orders, Alpha?” The scout asked carefully. Kael’var leaned forward. “Send the Shadows.” The scout’s eyes widened. The Shadows. Not warriors. Not soldiers. Assassins. The most feared hunters within Crimson Claw. Wolves who specialized in silence. Wolves who could infiltrate enemy territories unnoticed.