Shadow Glitch Novels & Stories

Keagan waved his hand over it and a new option appeared; Artifacts. The menu dropped down, revealing a new entry into his arsenal. It revealed an artifact—a shard from the broken mask of the defeated villain. The system's voice continued "This artifact grants you the power of shadow manipulation, a skill once possessed by your formidable adversary. By activating the shard, you can tap into this extraordinary ability for a limited time." Keagan's eyes widened as he grasped the significance of the artifact. The power of shadow manipulation, at his disposal. It was a chance to harness the very essence of his defeated foe. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he contemplated the po

eyes lowered to Lily. “Was that why you called me ‘Mr. Blue Eyes earlier?” I watched as Lily’s confidence faltered. She glanced at me, her usually bright eyes now clouded with doubt. Her small shoulders slumped, and she nervously tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I…I thought I saw you,” she mumbled to herself, her voice barely a whisper as she looked down, her fingers tracing small, uncertain patterns on Adrian’s knee. “I know what I saw.” Adrian’s face softened. He placed a gentle hand on Lily’s shoulder, squeezing lightly as he leaned in closer, his gaze shifting thoughtfully between

“That smoke—it’s alive.” Aurora’s silver eyes narrowed. The creature’s aura pulsed in sync with the forest’s hum, amplifying the clawing sensation in her mind. “It’s not natural,” she mindlinked. “It’s like the land’s been corrupted—by Nightshade.” The creature lunged, its claws slashing toward Aurora. She dodged with preternatural speed, her wolf’s agility saving her as the claws raked the earth, leaving scorched marks. Mikhail charged, his massive form colliding with the creature, sending it sprawling. Liam and Rylan pounced, their teeth snapping, but the creature’s smoky form flickered, evading their attacks with unnatural grace. Aurora’s heart pounded as she circled, feeling the creature

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

He winks as he walks out of the room. Deciding to shower later, I change into my workout gear, thank you Ally, and make my way to the gym. Jesus Fucking Christ! He really did mean state of the art. The treadmill alone probably cost the same as my rent for the year, I am almost scared to touch it. Almost.

The Silver Tongue is one of the most popular clubs in Goldstone. The long queue to get into the bar every night was a view that some tourists would capture through their cameras, just to stand and took pictures of themselves in front of the club was a good enough experience for them. A huge silver neon tongue on top of the building can be seen from miles away. It is the center of the nightlife in Goldstone, and Goldstone is a city that never sleeps.

Her voice sounded distant, glassy, as if carried from another time or place: “This… isn’t shadow or spirit. It’s something deeper. Hungrier. It doesn’t bend to magic. It bends magic to it.” Elara’s response was clipped, sharp. “She won’t stand against it when the time comes.” Gloria looked up through the curling mist, and her words were almost absentminded, but each one was precise, heavy with inevitability: “It dreams through her. Moves behind her shadow. And when the veil shatters… it will step through her.” Silence fell like a stone dropped into black water. The wind recoiled. Even the mist seemed to pause, holding its breath.

Colton said making me groan and slap on his face and to my surprise my slap landed instead of passing through him which means I have the power to catch the shadows. " Do you really think that these ugly creatures wants to be communicated? They are thirsty for blood and maybe just want to go directly for the kill." I shout at him in anger and heard Felicity scream when one of the creature bit her arm " See, they want to go for kill. I need to do something." I said and all of a sudden I remembered Colton telling me about the shifting ability of mine. He told me that whatever I will imagine of shifting I will shift into it if I put my whole focus on it.

"THE TARGET IS OVERLOADED WITH UNIDENTIFIED KINETIC DENSITY! MANIFEST ALL DEFENSES!" Every shadow wolf in the sector materialized from the fog, rushing toward me, throwing illusions, mind-blades, and psychic traps at my feet. I laughed, a demonic, booming sound. I welcome the flood. The harder their psychic network tried to process my presence, the more bandwidth they lost. I became a human-destroying black hole in the center of their courtyard, drawing every eye, every spell, and every blade to myself. Go, little Glitch, I thought through our encrypted link, breaking a shadow wolf's jaw with a single backhand. The front door is completely slammed.