Shadow Glitch Novels & Stories

“They’re smoothing resistance.” Mael looked confused. “Resistance to what?” “To this,” Seren said, gesturing around. “A lie.” Mael laughed nervously. “You’re scaring me.” I stood. The firelight didn’t shift correctly with my movement. My shadow lagged half a second behind. “Look at the shadows,” I said. Silas turned. His smile faded. “They’re… wrong.” Seren nodded. “Rendering delay.” The night air thickened. The insect hum looped. Same rhythm. Same pitch.

She turned slowly, eyes narrowing. “That wasn’t you.” Not a question. “No,” I admitted, still stunned by my own speed. A warm tingling lingered in my legs, at the base of my spine—like something inside me had stirred and then slipped back into place. “The shadow pushed.” “Just for a second. To dodge. Then it left.” Lyra nodded—not surprised, but satisfied, like a hunter spotting the prey she’d been tracking. “Do it again.” “I can’t. It doesn’t work like that. I don’t control it—it decides when—”

Neil’s growls and snarls filled the air. Neil’s fingers turned to claws, and he slashed at the shadow, splitting it into two thick lumps, but almost immediately, the split shadow reconnected a distance away from him. The shadow moved again toward Neil. Neil stooped as Scythe pounced back with thick, more massive shadow behind him. Neil, who seemed to be accumulating power, exploded with a violent wave that crashed into Scythe and split him into a thousand pieces of shadow, dispersing across the field.

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

Lankko exclaimed and was about to walk past Mira to collect the psylugs when Mira stopped him in his tracks. "You mean these?" Mira held the two squirming psylugs in her hands and placed one of them on Lankko's forehead. Lankko cried in a mixture of surprise and pain as the psylug attached itself to his forehead and started to glow. He raised a hand to pull the psylug off, but the glowing creature was already firmly attached to his forehead and Lankko felt his limbs grow heavy. Lankko did his best to shake off the psylug from his forehead by moving clumsily about. In his struggle, Lankko bumped into the shelves which crashed to the floor along with the boxes and metal implements it contained

He didn't know how to start. Suddenly, his head felt robust as if one side of his mind was trying to swallow the other piece. He fell into a trance and he saw a blurry figure of a girl that looked much like Adaugo but it wasn't her. Then, he saw a totally different figure, it was terrifying. It was as if he was in an illusion that was controlled by Ekwensu, the bringer of evil.

I strolled towards the kitchen, intending to tidy up the laundry room as well. As I stepped into the hallway, my footsteps muffled by the soft carpet beneath my feet, a sudden movement caught the corner of my eye. Oliver materialized out of nowhere, causing me to freeze in fright. In my startled state, I clumsily dropped a stack of plates, which I desperately managed to catch before they shattered on the floor.

Ava placed the reason too late. “Penny, no!” It’s too late now; she heard Passerini’s voice in her head. She couldn’t stop Penny as she charged towards the source of the cold spot. A shadow golem. The worst of the worst. At the same time, another horde of shadows came at Ava, cutting her off from Penny, both locked in a fight for their lives. These shadows were stronger. They were not fragments like the ones Sven could create. These were originals. They could have only come from one place.