Shadow Cookie Run Novels & Stories

" He commented at her always neat, serene and beautifully furnished apartment, "Whatever, but thanks though." She smirked taking the grocery bags from him and headed to her kitchen. "Would you want something to eat or drink?" She asked him, "No, We're going out soon and definitely going to have brunch first." He said, She nodded and got herself a glass of water. After whiling away their time snuggling and cuddling each other not exempting some hot kisses and magical moments, Jake and Jacklyn finally left a few minutes after twelve. The Trojan Horses were having their first Spring game against the Black Mamba and Jake wouldn't want to miss it.

I was going out when I was stopped by the shadow Colton. " Going somewhere?" he asked. I remember this bastard very well because he was the most loyal shadow to the king and queen and still is to Minerva. I need to stay away from him. He reached closer to me and stood still. I know what he is trying to do. He is trying to smell my shadow scent but too bad he doesn't know I masked it seventeen years ago with the help of the same witch so no shadow can recognize me ever in this world. I was keeping eye on Minerva for fourteen years but due to some reasons I have to stop and hide into the palace for four long years.

The shadows obeyed… for now. She stepped back from the circle, chest tight, and returned to her seat. Malick’s eyes followed her, dark and protective, silently warning the Crows to stay away. The rest of the lesson passed in a haze. Professor Maiven called another student to the front, but Sierra barely registered the words. The pulse of her summoned shadow still hummed faintly, echoing in her chest. When the final rune-chime rang, chairs scraped back, voices rose again, and motion returned to the classroom.

“That fire won’t take it down before it reaches the wall.” Eolan’s shadow stirred at his feet, sensing the urgency. “Then I’ll take care of it.” Before anyone could stop him, he vaulted down the inner stairs, boots crunching into the snow-covered killing ground between the gatehouse and the inner wall. The enemy saw him—shouts rang out, arrows loosed from the tower’s upper platform. He called the shadow up like a living shield, arrows vanishing into its shifting darkness. He sprinted toward the base of the siege tower, shadow tendrils latching onto the axles, the supports, even the frozen ground beneath. With a wrenching pull, the shadow tore the forward wheel assembly free.

"He wants me and he took Rebecca to draw me out, and he took your mate to ensure you wouldn't stay out of it." "Oh, well then, he succeeded..." Carson replied, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried further than a shout. "— where is he taking them?" "There is a place, it's a bunker built into the ridge..." Kenziel looked toward the northern border, where the treeline met the jagged peaks of the Silver Moon territory. "— it’s lined with silver and warded with the kind of magic that turns even the strongest wolf into a coward." "The patrols are reporting tracks leading toward the ridge, a heavy vehicle..." Alexander added as he stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

“Hey, how about we race to whoever catches up to Cana? Loser gets to buy the other a free drink.” Thankfully, that method seemed to work, especially when it brings a smile to his face. “Don’t sound too cocky, Lunaris, because I have been secretly training not to lose to you.” “Oh? Well then, show me what you got, werewolf boy.” Atticus throws his head back and laughs. We begin to take our starting positions while looking competitively at one another. We counted up to three before we started running. We run together side by side, feeling the cool breeze of the morning dew on our faces and laughing while trying to get past one another. It was an exhilarating feeling, but one that was about to

Daniel says as he checks his bullets "Sweetheart we need you to go down first," Shadow says. Okay so they do want me dead right bet "Shadow" hearing those words everything goes black Obsidian POV: Walking towards the doors of warehouse 233 I casually walk through the doors. The men instantly stop their poker game and they turn to look at me "Are you lost pretty girl? " one of the men says looking at me with pervy eyes Ignoring him I carry on walking in. Joining the poker table they all look at me dumbfoundedly

Four bodyguards in suits formed a tight diamond around Hawkins, clearly armed. She quickly checked her system menus, scrolling through the infiltration skills Silas had mentioned. She found one: **SKILL: Shadow Step [Stealth Modifier].** **EFFECT: Reduces detection parameters by 80% for 3 minutes.** **COST: 500 Player Points [PP].** Her current balance showed only 62 PP. “Damn it,” she whispered. Not enough. Up on the podium, Hawkins gave a final plastic smile. “Thank you all. The future begins today.”

The screen stabilized, the black background fading away to leave two massive, blood-red letters glowing in the center of the terminal: T. S. My nails bit into my palms so hard I broke the skin, the scent of my own blood hitting my nose. Torrent Shadow. The phantom hacker who had vanished from the global underground five years ago. The one who had cracked the Lycan Council's private vaults. The one everyone assumed was a myth, or dead. I was Torrent Shadow. But I wasn't touching a keyboard. "A ghost from the past," Lucien muttered, his eyes narrowing into slits as he stared at the red letters. "The phantom."

I was the finest barrier mage in the Blackrock Pack. My Alpha father promised I would be the next Moon Watcher. But at the ceremony, he led my twin sister Lila—a white wolf—up to the dais. Moonlight draped over her like she'd been hand-delivered by the goddess herself. My mother's eyes went red-rimmed. "A white wolf hasn't been born in a hundred years. Lila will protect us all." My brother puffed with pride. "She's the pride of the Fenraven bloodline." The pack knelt on one knee below, chanting her name over and over. I stood there, watching Lila glow like she'd swallowed the moon, and finally the words slipped out: "I laid every barrier around this pack. So why isn't the title mine?" My mot