Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

He simply extended a single, clawed index finger toward the courier’s chest. "You speak of feeling no pain because your master numbed your nerve endings with necrotic rot," Killian rumbled, his gravelly voice dropping the atmospheric pressure in the room until the water droplets suspended in mid-air. "You believe your flesh is dead. But shadow does not care about flesh, little wolf. Shadow answers to the soul." Killian curled his finger slightly. Instantly, microscopic filaments of pure primordial shadow—finer than spider silk and colder than the void between stars—erupted directly inside the courier’s bloodstream.

His voice was getting close to me. Becky, look at me. I couldn’t look at him, I couldn’t. Sinister released the gun out of my hand. “Becky.” He stated again, this time tilted my chin towards him. “I- I killed her.” I gasped in a sob intertwined with shock, “I killed her. I didn’t mean to kill her. I- I-” “This is what you get for bringing this bloody girl into this place!” Mikhail’s cruel voice iced through me as he screamed at Sinister.

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

Then I freeze. Fuck. There’s not just one shadow this time. There are several. Kian’s on his knees next to the fallen television, reaching into his pack. He brandishes a long dagger, slicing out at the shadow that narrowly missed me. Across the room, Frost calls out his name, and Kian throws the knife to him. The blade twists and flashes silver in the dim light, but Frost catches it easily by the hilt and turns on two more shadows darting along the wall. On the other side of the bed near the bathroom, Malix is using another shadow like a punching bag.

Within a matter of seconds the crowd had dispersed leaving Hunter Devin and I alone in silence. Devin’s hands were still balled up into fists and his teeth clenched, he looked up at me with anger written across his features. “Devin, let me explain.” I said slowly testing the waters, “By all means.” He muttered angrily. “If you haven’t figured by now, I’m not exactly a normal wolf.” His nodded, albeit begrudgingly “Have you ever heard the story of the Shadow wolf?” he nodded again, with confusion maring his features. “Well, long story short… I am the Shadow wolf.” His eyes widened as he thought about it but narrowed them before speaking, “How is that possible?” I sighed before explaining the

“I told you, didn’t I? I will put an end to that problem of yours. I’m not toying you, Katherine. Let’s say, I want to play a game with you.” “What’s the difference, huh? You want to play with me, it’s all the same!” “Toying you is different from playing with you. Toying you means I’m just the one who’s receiving all the benefits, meanwhile, if I say playing with you, you can cooperate and have your fair share of benefits in our game.” “Well then, Mr. Supernatural, I don’t want to play a game with you.” “It’s Helion. My name is Helion.” “I don’t care about your name at all.”

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