Shadow Hokage Novels & Stories

Hiro started, “For those who doesn't know it yet, the Shadow Snakes were hired by Tsuchida Kosuke to assassinate Wang Jian. My dearest uncle gave the Shadow Snakes resources, and Zhao Kang planned and organized the attack. Our intelligence unit discovered where and when we can kill Zhao Kang…” Hiro made an introduction and then pointed Nicolas, so that he could tell the rest. The brown-haired geek, which Melisa called “Sir Nicolas” seemed to be even more average now, sitting right beside me, then when I saw him on a profile photo. He slowly stood up with an “I don't care” expression painted all over his face, and turned on a big screen hanging on the wall, to show the rest of us some presen

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

It looked like a database system. He clicked on the first image zooming in on the photo to make the picture large on the screen. A white guy with eyes dark and cold like ice, his handsome chiseled face half hiding under the black hoody he was wearing took up half of the screen. Dark Shadow, aged thirty-six, has been with the agency for ten years rank Alpha, the weapon of choice Arrow. Fast, blends in with the shadows his kills never see him coming, has over hundreds of targets to his name.

Tactical preparation included enhanced awareness regarding potential disruption without primary distraction beyond scheduled engagement. Throughout war camp, momentary disruption subsided without persistent distraction beyond temporary confusion. The Shadow Host continued operational preparation regarding final confrontation beyond preliminary engagement. Their formation maintained protective positioning without threatening implementation, coordinated progression beyond disorganized advancement, purposeful approach without reckless acceleration. The Shadow Knight resumed contemplative consideration regarding approaching judgment beyond tactical preparation. His transformed awareness maintain

“They’re just around the corner. Their firepower is capable of covering the entire mountain.” The Kamikakushi member narrowed his eyes and made a decision for everyone. “Let’s go up there.” “Roger that.” Hundreds of Kamikakushi members rushed up the mountain at the same time. A dark shadow appeared behind this group at that precise moment. In the blink of an eye, they came to a halt in front of these Kamikakushi members. “Greetings, Grand Priest.” Everyone sank to the ground on one knee and saluted that dark shadow. It was a man dressed in a black robe with a hoodie that covered every part of his body. His facial features could not be seen. Only the raging flames burning in his eyes were vis

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.

His posture straightened, eyes narrowing at the forest. “What’s wrong?” I whispered. “Wait.” His nostrils flared. His muscles tensed. “Something’s… off.” A shadow flickered between the trees. Jayce took one slow step in front of me, blocking my body with his. “What the hell is that scent?” he muttered. “I’ve never smelled anything like” A voice cut through the trees, dark and mocking. “Well… isn’t this perfect.” A rogue stepped out, smile twisted, eyes glowing with hunger.

Indeed, he is the object of affection for every young woman in this pack, possessing a robust physique, a strikingly handsome visage, and a pair of deep, expressive, hazel eyes that can enthrall any lady. Beyond his striking appearance, Drake's esteemed lineage sets him apart. He is the only son of Beta Morgan, ranking among the most powerful young wolves in our pack, second only to Marvin - the alpha Joan's sole heir. Not only do peers regard Drake with admiration, but elders in the pack also praise his genteel demeanor and courteous conduct - or, at least, that is the persona he presents. However, I alone know his true nature.

"I have to follow you to make sure that you are my target." "Amature, indeed," Saiya sighed, "So? Have you proved then that I am your target?" "You are the Lord of Shadows. That, I am sure," he said as he readied himself to hit her with his poisonous arrow hidden on the sleeve of his trouser. But he failed. Kane didn't know what happened but something hit him hard at the nape and his sight just went black. He almost fell on the ground unconscious, but Greyn had made sure to catch him.

Morgana's hounds were flesh warped by darkness and muscle bound up in sorcery as they rushed forward but their trajectory was purposeful and straight for us. "Holding the line!" I shouted, adjusting in mid-air. Fur exploded across my skin, bones breaking, reshaping. My paws hit the earth with claws gouging deep into soil with the taste of blood filled my mouth before I’d even registered my first kill and the hound squealed, shadows leaking from its body as my jaws crushed its throat. At my side, Lucian was a whirlwind of darkness, his wolf form shrouded in writhing shadow, tearing beasts apart with elegance that made them howl like they were being unraveled.