Shadow Fan Art Novels & Stories

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

I had a folder with all the entries for the tattoo ideas in it. "My favorites are these three." I mind-linked. She took out the top three and looked at them. The first one was a crescent moon with a swirling cloud thing behind it. The description was that we were called shadow pack, so it would make sense that we had a shadow of the moon to represent us. She then looked at the next one. It was two hands that looked to be made from shadows reaching for one another. Then she came to the last one.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

The cold night air did little to cool the heat that still clung to her skin. Then, with her phone vibrating in her pocket, Willow whipped it out for a look. “See that? I can make him leave you with one phone call.” The message was dripping with smug satisfaction. Willow tugged at her collar, took a photo of her well-loved neck, and sent it out. A message soon came in. “You have no shame!” Willow grinned. A barrage of messages continued to flood her phone. Without reading the texts, Willow knew the content was insults and hate directed at her.

“Maybe she wants the attention. Should we tell Coach?” Patricia’s smirk widened. “Or stream it? Call it: ‘Shadow Freak in Lace.’” Gloria moved closer, close enough that her breath brushed Sierra’s ear, sour with mint and malice. “I could tear that off you in one pull.” And then—the boys came. Two of them, wandering from the neighboring changing room, half-dressed and smirking like predators who’d been handed a free show. One wolf-whistled. “I heard freaks in bed don’t feel pain. Bet she’s a good time.”

Pain shot through every part of her body. The bond severing had been violent. Traumatic. It felt like someone had reached inside her chest and ripped out part of her soul. Because that's exactly what they'd done. Without a pack bond, she was vulnerable. Weak. Powerless. Just another rogue wolf that any pack could kill on sight. That any rogue could attack without consequences. That the world could swallow up without anyone caring or noticing. Lyra forced herself to stand. Her legs shook. Her vision blurred. Black spots danced at the edges. But she stayed upright through sheer stubbornness.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

Heyo, I'm Chime Chininso. Thank you for taking the time to check out my book. You've made this author a happy Shadow is my first story and you are going to enjoy it. If you haven’t seen my other work “Confessions Of An Exorcist” please do. It’s worth the read. I’m gonna blow your mind. This work is completely an imaginative one. It would be best not to get offended by it. Any character in resemblance to actual person—living or deceased is a coincidence. Every character in this book is a product of the author’s imagination and hard work.

She put her hand on my thigh and started to stroke it. What the hell? As badly as I wanted her to continue I picked up her hand and dropped it back in her own lap. “You’re really testing my patience kid … now tell me.” She stared at me hard for a minute trying to decide her next move. “Fine, I.... I have a friend you might know, he’s kind of a big deal. He’s actually a huge fan of yours, and I think you are of him as well. Sun Stroke.”

"What of Lord Elaric's personal motivations? Can we be certain he'll react as predicted when he encounters the true situation in the eastern kingdoms?" "Shadow magic users are inherently possessive," Caine observed. "His transformation into a tactical tyrant hasn't diminished his obsession with the girl—it's merely given him the resources to pursue her more effectively. When he discovers the political forces arrayed against her, his protective instincts will override any strategic considerations."