Shadow Glitch Novels & Stories

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.

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

The whole structure collapsed back into its cluster of shards and paper, the illusion of a unified monster slipping. Glitch. Predator again; it lunged, blasting beam after beam at the words I’d burned into the air. Glitch; one beam fizzled halfway, redirected by a sudden jut of shelf, the blast chewing through a stack of old TRAGIC ENDINGS manuals instead. It couldn’t decide whether it was a god or a broken computer. That indecision was killing it. Good. A deep crack boomed overhead. For a second, I thought it was just another shelf going, but the sound was wrong—too high, too heavy.

I continued. I could feel her blushed, as she was currently pressing her cheeks at my back and slowly tightened her grip. I've been thinking if will work with multiple people so I decided to try it now. "It worked!" "Eh? That's weird," she said as we suddenly dashed across the shadows almost instantly. "That's an item skill from an artifact granted by the system," I said, explaining to her what happened.

I showed him the messy, inefficient, beautiful reality of a life that chooses to be flawed. The Shadow shrieked—a sound of a billion turning gears suddenly grinding to a halt. His geometric armor began to sprout irregular, organic growths. His white-hole light turned the warm, imperfect color of a sunset. "SYSTEM... ERROR..." he gasped, his form beginning to dissolve into a cloud of real, organic ash. "THE... VARIABLE... IS... TOTAL..." The Shadow exploded, but not into fire. He exploded into a Wave of Texture. The wave swept upward through the roots, through the Spire, and out across the Emerald Sea.

"Static? I can do static." Up in the medical wing, Haley Sterling sat up on her cot. Her eyes, usually bright and mischievous, turned completely white. She didn't reach for power; she reached for confusion. She thought about every lost remote control, every dropped call, every blue screen of death she had ever experienced. She channeled the essence of pure, unadulterated glitch. A wave of distortion washed over Sterling Tower. In the lobby, the mimics stuttered. The silver Marcus froze mid-punch, his arm glitching through a wall. The golden Ben started speaking backward. The razor-wire Valerius collapsed into a pile of sharp spaghetti.

"It's the only way you can kill me." Sweat beaded on his forehead. As soon as she wiped the moisture from his skin, it was drenched again. As he panted and thrashed in barely contained agony, his gray eyes turned black with slivers of silver. His features were beginning to distort and she couldn't tell if it was a strange trick of the light, or if there really was a thin, oscillating shadow hovering just above the surface of his skin. The shadow grew more and more noticeable and she realized it wasn't a shadow at all. It looked like millions upon millions of tiny particles of ink all hovering and floating together in the same nebulous cloud.

came his voice, steady but low. I pushed the door open and froze. Dream was standing by his desk, staring into what looked like… thin air. His eyes were locked on a faint shimmer, like a projection I couldn’t see unless I tilted my head just right. It glowed faintly blue, transparent, and hovering in front of him. My pulse quickened. Oh no. He turned slightly, catching sight of me, and the shimmer vanished instantly. His expression didn’t. “Gloss,” he said slowly. “You saw that, didn’t you?”

He looked peaceful, clutching Patch, but even in sleep, he wasn't still. The air around him shimmered slightly, like heat rising off asphalt. Every few minutes, a small object in the car, a water bottle, a loose strap, would float into the air, hover for a second, and then drop. Gravity glitches. "He's stable," I whispered. "But the aura is leaking." Damian nodded grimly. "We need to make the crossing before nightfall. The

More pronounced this time. Thor grabbed my arm. “Senna,” he said, his voice low. “I think that’s a…” his voice trailed off. I finished the sentence for him. “A wisp.” The black shadow moved again. There was no denying it now. It was a wisp all right. Wisps were engineered for the games. I’d heard the horror stories about them. Shadow like beasts that hunted wolves. When they got close enough, they entered your body and went straight to your mind. They made you crazy. They made you kill yourself.