Shadow And Claw Novels & Stories

He looked at me in terror. “You’re eyes!” he said to me. He took steps away from me. I walked away from him. I felt a voice inside of me again screaming in pain. Pain for a millennia of torment. Pain of Celenia, pain of Gabrielle, and pain for myself. It urged me forward. I walked towards edge of the cliff that we were resting upon. I could see the entire battle down below. I saw Rudolph, and all the family members he brought with him engaged in battle with everyone that hurt me. I saw to the left the horizon. A whole new group of vampires charging in. I recognized Silas’ mother and family charging in. She was quick and lethal as she took Marcus Hofer from behind and tore his head off.

"The Alpha has better things to do than watch a stray eat. He is at the border. There are sightings of Shadow Claw scouts." "Shadow Claw?" I whisper. I know that name. They are the pack to the north. They are scavengers. They wait for a pack to show weakness before they strike. If they are at the border. it means they smell blood. They smell the instability of the Red Fang. "Eat your slop and stay quiet." The guard says. He turns to leave but stops. He looks at my neck. He looks at the bare skin where a mark should be. "He still hasn't claimed you. has he?"

I winced violently as his rough, calloused fingers aggressively clamped around my jaw line. "What absolutely perfect timing," that venomous voice, the exact cadence that had fueled my worst nightmares for months, echoed clearly in my ears. Only this time, it wasn't a phantom echo, a hallucination, or a figment of a midnight terrors. It was real. His grip on my face tightened painfully, forcing my head upward so I was compelled to look at him. I squeezed my eyes shut as the brutal pressure against my jaw intensified to a breaking point, the sharp pain signaling that a deep bruise was already beginning to form beneath my skin. "Raegan, long time no see." A dark, malicious chuckle rippled from

Three of them tackled Devin while the other two pounced on me, their claws dug into my flesh through my leather attire and teeth attempted to graze my skin as both wolves fought for dominance over my vulnerable state. Both wolves wanted the pleasure of killing me. ‘Not today mutts.’ Shadow commented and I felt myself shifting. This was her fight too and it was time I let the beast in me out for the world to see. My form grew; forcing both wolves off me with a powerful shove of my large body. The first wolf went crashing feet away from me while the second tried scrambling away, but it wasn’t fast enough to avoid my canines clamping down on its neck. The wolf thrashed under my hold, its claws

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

Vampire clans lurking in the underground, hiding in the shadows, can kill human babies and preserve the infant blood in a wine bottle to sell in the black market for trading. These vampires are called shadow vampires, the opposite of scavengers. Scavengers are human-like vampires, those who chose to live normally and die like a human after many years. Merciless shadow vampires and ordinary scavengers co-exist in secret with humans but they are living on the edge of extinction. They are not getting any younger and stronger. But once a mature clean-blooded human is found, hope for their bloodline will also be found. But it would ignite a deadly war among themselves. Greed... it's an unavoidabl

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

Lyra’s heart raced as the ground beneath her feet cracked, jagged fissures spreading outward with alarming speed. The malevolent glow of the Shadow Stone in Drevon’s grasp cast eerie shadows across the cliffside. She lunged to the side, narrowly avoiding a cascade of falling rocks as the edge of the cliff began to crumble away into the abyss below. “Impressive,” Drevon sneered, his black void-like eyes gleaming with contempt. “But you’ll find there’s no escaping your fate, little Lycan.”

Shadow reappeared, her eyes filled with sorrow. 🌬️Ayanna, you've fallen. Your soul is lost.🌬️ Ayanna's response was a cold, calculated smile. "I've won, Shadow. Louis is mine." The darkness pulsed, its power coursing through Ayanna's veins. Louis's vacant gaze never wavered, his heart trapped in Ayanna's spell. "Together," Ayanna whispered, "we'll seal our fate Tonight." Shadow Smirked 🌬️Ayanna, remember who you once were. Fight the darkness🌬️