Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

Viktor nonchalantly said before he raised his hand and in mere seconds, black veins started to crawl onto his skin. I knew exactly what he was doing because I’ve experienced that, too. The Dark Shadow is cruel with an unwavering desire for everything that was related to pain, blood, and death. When it took over me, I felt it slowly draining the lives out of countless people but instead of feeling bad, all it did was made me feel like this was my purpose, that I was made to do this my whole life. It felt so good, it felt so… so empowering. Viktor was going to drain some of Keira’s life and I wasn’t going to let that happen.

She shut her eyes, giving herself a moment of tranquility before the chaos. During the darkness of night, a silhouette crept past the barriers, quietly navigating through the packhouse. It stopped by Kyra’s door, its eyes shining with malicious purpose. The shadow stretched out its hand, surrounded by crackling dark energy, as it reached towards the door. A sudden growl reverberated down the hallway, causing the shadow to retreat and vanish into the dark. Kyra was awakened by a feeling of peril, stirring even in her slumber. Damon awoke next to her, with his instincts sharply focused.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

However, his outfit was scary and made Willow even more terrified. Blood Shadow saw how sexy Willow was. His eyes were filled with excitement. "Where's the money?" Blood Shadow asked. "It's in the car. Can you really help me get rid of the eldest grandson of the York family, Derek York, and the leader of the Flying Dragons, Quentin Lane?" Willow asked. "I, Blood Shadow, always kill without being seen. I've done many jobs and have never failed my mission. The York family and the Flying Dragons are nothing to be afraid of. With enough money, I can even get rid of all of them tonight!" Blood Shadow said confidently.

KIRA The Hollow does not fight in daylight. We move in the hours when honest people sleep and the world is too dead to hear our steps. That night was no different. The air was cold, the sky dark and heavy. Our boots made no sound on the dirt. Our faces were hidden under black hoods smeared with ash. Serana said no one who survived would ever know who we were. It was meant to comfort us. It only made me feel smaller. Shame stuck to my skin like sweat.

"The Council will notice if you slaughter everyone in the region." "Let them notice. Let them wonder. Let them fear." He stepped from the shadows without attempting stealth. The transformation had rendered such tactics unnecessary; reality itself bent around him, making concealment a matter of will rather than skill. A sentry spotted him first. The man's scream died stillborn as shadow-stuff filled his throat, crystallizing into obsidian shards that erupted from his neck. Beautiful in its efficiency. The Shadow Knight noted the technique for future use. The camp erupted into chaos. Bandits scrambled for weapons, shouting contradictory orders. Some fled immediately, the wise ones. Others form