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So much blood, so much destruction. Shadows seeped from the darkness, like branches and vines. They reached out slithering towards the army of shifters, wrapping their tendrils around them - suffocating and squeezing the life from them. Their bodies slumped down drained and sunken from loss of substance and... Life. And those eyes, dominant and forceful, gleaming gold like nothing I have ever seen before. I can’t see the giant in my vision, a blanket of shadows covering him. All I can see is the fiery blaze in those unholy orbs.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

Not that it matters, since the small area means the shadow can’t get away. Kian’s teeth latch onto the shadow being, and he yanks, attempting to tear it away from Amora. The shadow hisses, wriggling in his grasp and squeezing tighter. A small, feeble squeak comes from Amora’s throat—the only sound she can make. Fury sends a wave of shadow smoke coming off my pitch black fur, and I lunge for the tendrils around her body. Snarls fill the air as Frost and Kian attack the shadow’s undulating form. I tear through the tendril wrapped around Amora’s neck, nicking her skin in the process, but the shadow being releases her with a startled, eerie scream.

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

Liam Nightshade as a vampire he is naturally dark, mysterious and brooding. Even still he is also closed off and secretive from years of being an outcast among his people. Vampires have changed a lot over the last century. They no longer have to go out in the night and hunt humans to feed themselves nor do they have to keep humans locked away in their dwellings as a prolonged food source. Now vampires, though still hiding from the public eye, have a deal with most of the local blood banks. A small portion of all blood donations each month are given to the vampire seethe they have a contract with. Most seethes also have a deal with local hospitals where anyone who dies of natural causes has a

The light of dawn filters through the foliage, draping the forest in shades of gold and green. Shadow sits beside me, still recovering from his transformation. His arms rest on his knees, head bowed as though carrying the weight of the world. He doesn’t speak, but I know he’s trying to process what just happened.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

But beneath the layers of agony, she felt something else—a tiny, rhythmic thrumming deep within the earth, beneath the roots of the World-Tree. "You are stubborn for a creature made of such fragile materials," the Shadow-Ash sneered. He dropped the shard and stood up, his movements fluid and predatory. He didn't look at the wounds on his arms; they were already weeping violet smoke. "But stubbornness is just another word for delayed obedience."

As I was getting ready to deal with the effects of receiving such unimaginable power, violent sparks of red, silver, black, and crimson went off all around me. I took charge, though, and the forest shook. I had a scary thought: the Shadowed Moon's gift was not complete. Its pulse, essence, and will were all linked to a secret piece. This piece could destroy everything I had worked so hard to keep safe and put at risk the ties I had fought so hard to keep safe.