Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“Is that you, Mariah? “I came to find you… Is that okay?” That night, Chandler returned home very late. Pauline, already tipsy, rushed in while Chandler took care of parking the car. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air from inside the villa. Chandler was terrified. He didn’t even lock the car door before rushing into the villa. He immediately spotted the figure swaying beneath the locust tree. My mom had committed suicide. No matter how I pleaded with her, it was futile.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

The stars were cold and distant, but somewhere beneath their light, shadows moved with silent intent. The question gnawed at him—Who among us hides a knife behind their back? And the answer, when it came, would change everything. The hunt tightens. The shadows grow deeper. Who will survive the coming storm—and who will fall?

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

The girl who had shaken the Academia to its bones. He reached the door. Hand ghosting over the handle. He never felt the blade that took his life. A figure appeared behind him. Cloak of shifting moonlight. White porcelain mask. No features. Black hoodie failing to conceal his horns. Dagger. The assassin whose reputation was whispered in the darkest corners of the underworld. SHING. Twin blades carved through the intruder's throat before he could gasp. Surgical. Brutal. Efficient. Dagger kicked the corpse into a pocket dimension. Bored flick of his boot. Not a single drop of blood stained the carpet.

<★★★★ BLOODY SINNER'S★★★★> As Lucifer finished recounting the details to Mikhail, the weight of the revelations hung heavily in the air. Mikhail had been pacing the room, his fists clenched, his mind racing with the implications of what they had just uncovered. The Shadows had orchestrated so much pain and suffering, not only for him and Lucifer but for everyone connected to them. The thought that they might have been behind the deaths of his parents, framing April's father to cover their tracks, gnawed at him relentlessly.

Aya gags, I clench, and am working through every way I know how to kill a person before they can blink. Our art form, Shin-ki, literally translates as the Shadow Kill. Shinkori aren’t strictly assassins, but it doesn’t change the foundation of our knowledge. It is meant to be uses on Devils. The true threat and actual enemy of all people. If not, for the peace of our nations.