Shadow Fan Art Novels & Stories

That caught his attention for sure. Sharon was one of the weird people too. She loved anything that had something to do with BL fanfiction. Liam had previously learned what that was from a conversation they had when Sharon was doing her daily life snooping. To say she was excited when she found out Liam was gay would be an understatement. She always exaggerates everything, but who was he to judge? “There’s this nightclub called Blood Bank. I heard there were vampires there. It's where kinky things go down.” Becky looked at Sharon questionly. “Yeah right, that's just a rumor.”

Wade shouted and ran towards the door of the cabin. Arthur and Freddie shook their heads and screamed their hearts out, their eyes wide with fear. Wade found the door locked from the inside. He had no time to waste. He kicked it open and a deafening noise of a shotgun sent shivers down his spine. Freddie and Arthur fell to the ground with their chairs. Wade’s body gave up on him. He caught two shotguns placed on tripods right in front of the chairs. A wire ran towards the knob of the door that he had just kicked in. Now he realized why Arthur and Freddie were shaking their heads. The walls had the same message spray-painted on them over and over. “YOU DID THIS, WADE JOHNSON.”

Even if it wasn't related he hoped if he helped them then they would help him get answers. "Can I help you?" Sean, one of the Shadow Howler warriors asked as he looked at the large man. "My name is Lachlan. I'm a warrior from the Sentinel Warriors pack. I came here to see if I could offer the palace some assistance." Lachlan replied. Sean was a warrior, but next to Lachlan, he felt small. He saw the tattoo of bird wings making a circle around a wolf's head. All the warriors of the Sentinel Warriors had the same tattoo.

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Their existence edited from the world's story. One bandit, quicker than his fellows, managed to land a blow. His cudgel shattered against armoured skin that had forgotten how to yield. The Shadow Knight caught the man's wrist, squeezed slightly. Bones liquefied. The bandit's screams provided pleasant counterpoint to the symphony of violence. Some tried to flee. Distance meant nothing now. The Shadow Knight stepped between heartbeats, appearing before runners like a nightmare made manifest. Shadow-tendrils erupted from his form, piercing hearts, crushing windpipes, painting the clearing in patterns of artistic death.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

And she no longer hated herself for hoping for the latter. “Thank you for your time.” Christian reached for the camera. In a second, the red light dimmed to nothing. And in its absence, she didn’t feel the shame she thought would have been half-hidden by the rush of it all.

My voice shimmered with hope, my heart fluttered with the thought of a future filled with love. Sunrise laughed, her voice was light and teasing, "Dreaming big, aren't we?" We all burst out laughing, our laughter echoed through the forest, Just as we were lost in our girlish fantasies, a patrol of Warriors emerged from the shadows of the forest. At the front was Stone-heart, a young wolf whose arrogance matched his strength, his stoic, handsome face carved with responsibility far beyond his years. He was just 22. He signaled his men to move forward, his gaze fixed steadfastly on me. I felt my heart skip a beat.

"Dave tried. He asked around but..." "No one wanted me." "It's not that they don't want you -" "Yes it is. It's my fault their home was put at risk and this massive thing on my shoulder," I said, pointing at my burnt skin, "just reminds them that a Shadow Man bit me. The only reason they haven't kicked me out or drowned me in the bathing room is because of Aaron." "I'm sorry Fayle. I hate that I'm asking you to do this." "I know," I said, hating the crushed look on her face even more. I let out a sigh. "Okay."