Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

One afternoon, as they navigated a narrow canyon, a sudden, deafening roar echoed through the rock walls. It was not the howl of a wolf, but the mechanical bark of a hunter’s weapon, followed by the whistling screech of a projectile. Elara reacted instantly, shoving Kael out of the path of the incoming bolt. The silver-tipped arrow buried itself deep into the rock face where he had stood moments before, a testament to the Shade Stalkers’ deadly accuracy.

he said again. We all followed him with Magnus deep in thought. Soon after we arrived at his office we got seated. He held his head with his hands and said, “This is much more deadlier than I thought.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “He's using the"shadows ", an old sect of assassins used during the Great War. Morbius used them in assassinating a lot of good people. They were thought to have gone extinct until now.” “How do you know this?”

Just the shadows. The shadows had been moving… "I think I passed out." Chloe lied but who would believe it if said she just didn't see the killer. "When I came to, they were all dead and my friend was gone." "Do you think your friend could have done this?" Lucas asked. "Or Omar?"

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

The shadows were moving, taking shape, forming figures that shouldn't exist—wolves with too many legs, men with no faces, things that slithered and crawled and reached for us with hands that weren't hands. Killian lunged. He tore through them with claws and fury, but for every one he destroyed, two more appeared. "Impulsive," Thorne observed. "You always were impulsive. It's your greatest weakness." Killian turned, ready to attack again, but the shadows were already moving. They poured from the walls, from the floor, from the ceiling, black tendrils that wrapped around his arms, his legs, his throat. He fought them, tearing through one after another, but for every shadow he destroyed, two mo

CHAPTER 45 Camryn's POV The Class D anomaly died with a wet gurgle, my umbrella blade buried in what passed for its throat. Twenty-five credits. Barely enough for a week’s rent. I wiped the black ichor off my blade and sheathed it, looking at the corpse. This one had been a Lurker, something that hid in shadows and whispered lies until you got close enough for it to strike. Stage I Hunters died to these things regularly. I’d killed it in under two minutes.

CHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATH Lyra woke up cold. Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife.

Raverine smirked. “You brought your dogs…” Raverine mocked. Calil stopped from taking another step. “Be careful, they like to hunt birds.” Before Raverine could even make a reply, the two vampires swiftly left him in blues and bruises. It was as though the shadow within the alley moved and attacked Raverine before he could blink. That’s the reason why these kinds of vampires are called shadow vampires – they become one with the shadows. Raverine coughed after his body took the blow and held the wall for support.

“I can’t do that either, most especially…” She narrowed her eyes on them. “Don’t forget what I said, those things are parasitic which means it can infect other people as well. Before they turn into monsters, the shadow lurker would multiply within the host and release them from the body to infect nearby victims before turning the host into a monster.”

Shylah's cheeks turned a shade of pink. "What kind of vermin are you?" a guest from the Waker family bellowed, pointing accusingly at Yoel and his companions. "Your executioners!" Lukas retorted icily, his hand flashing out with his blade. The man's eyes widened in terror, and he scrambled to the side. However, it was too late. The gleam of the blade whispered across his throat, and he crumpled to the ground. "Mr. Kevin Waker, they're with the Blood Shadow Force. Tell your men to go all out. No mercy, or we're done for!" Italo yelled to Kevin.