Shadow Hack Novels & Stories

“Check out the latest on Craig news, man. You need to see this.” I didn’t wait for him to say more. My hands were shaking as I tapped on my phone, typing in the blog’s name. My hands trembled as I clicked on the link, bringing the screen closer to my face. The headline screamed at me in bold, unforgiving letters: "Adrian Blackwood: Heir to the Blackwood Fortune Faces Scandal. Inheritance at Risk After Four Years of Deception!" I could barely breathe as I scrolled down, the article unfolding like a nightmare:

There had never been a lesson in any book telling me how to check if my shadow was normal. I could only rely on the most clumsy methods to test it myself. I set an alarm, making it go off every hour. When I woke up, I would look at the wall to see if my shadow was still there. Every day, I checked, and slowly, I began to accept the reality that my shadow had returned to normal.

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Chandler’s phone rang again. This time, it was his assistant, Ben. Chandler wearily answered, “What is it?” Ben swallowed hard as he deliberated about how to deliver the next piece of news. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Professor Rotterdam, do you remember the female corpse sample we examined this afternoon? “I verified the details, and her sample code is A167, belonging to Pauline’s laboratory.” Chandler’s body went rigid, his expression darkening. “A167?! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

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

She glanced at Maya and Kira, their wolves tense, confirming they felt it too—a slimy, smoky presence targeting only the women. “Lucas, more on Nightshade,” Aurora mindlinked, her voice steady despite the unease coiling in her chest. “Anything that explains this energy.” Lucas’s chestnut wolf surged to the center, his golden eyes sharp. “Nightshade rivals Silver Moon and Shadowfang in legacy,” he began, his voice clear through the link. “Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. They fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir founded Nightshade, carving a territory steeped in the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down throug

It was a great nuke, but each nuke took plenty of time to refuel. Next, I pulled the shadows towards me to cloak me as much as possible. It did not work as well during the daytime as it did at nighttime. However, it did provide plenty of coverage, allowing me to perform great sneak attacks. Moira and I had worked so fucking hard to perfect our abilities as much as possible. There was a vibrational signature behind me that alerted me to the fact that something was preparing to attack me from there. No way would that be happening. I dropped down to the ground just as someone leapt towards me.

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

It was cold and hard, but a warm crack glowed with a faint light. I looked up. To my eyes, he was a tall man, maybe six-foot-three. He was dressed in all black, wearing some kind of mask or hood that looked very artistic. The coolest part was the glowing decoration on his chest, like a special effect from a sci-fi movie. 【WARNING: Player Ava has touched the S-rank Boss ‘The Shadow Lord’s’ ‘Soul Scar.’ This is a fatal wound from a past betrayal. Touching it means instant, murderous rage.】

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.

The holographic face in the sky—the "Shadow Heir"—wasn't just an image; it was a weight. Under its flickering violet-and-blue gaze, the Oregon mist felt like a heavy shroud. My skin crawled where the scars on my wrist pulsed with that rhythmic, accusatory red light.