Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

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.

"We're being hunted." Shadows detach from the walls-not cultists, nor crows. *Shades* of the First Wolves' prey, their antlers splintered, pelts riddled with phantom arrows. The citadel isn't a sanctuary. It's a snare, baited with Lila's crows and our desperation. Eden's scar flares as the shades charge. He raises a hand, and the nearest shade implodes, reduced to hoarfrost. But more come, endless, their anguish a weapon. Kael lunges, ripping through a stag's throat, but the ice re-forms instantly.

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.

I asked Hawk, looking at him intently. He nodded his head at me. I looked back at the zombie bitch, then back at Hawk and nodded. “But you stand right next to Shadow and if she even looks at me or Shadow wrong or I see her eyes change color at all, I’m cutting her throat. I said, looking her directly in the eyes, so she knows it’s real. “Shawna, you don’t have to do this. It’s OK, I don’t want her blood. I only want you and no one else,” Shadow said weakly. I smiled down at him with tears falling from my eyes. I kissed his lips even with blood on them, but I didn’t care at this point because I didn’t know if it would be the last time that I would get the chance.

“So he doesn’t know we’re coming?” Gray shakes his head. “No.” “Do you really think that’s the smartest idea?” Ice asks. “He’s not going to know who we are or that we’re purebloods. How do you know he’s not going to kill us as soon as we step foot on his territory?” “Because he has wolves guarding the borders,” Bo answers. “And because you’ll be escorted there by a friend of mine who knows him. I set everything up, he may already know you are coming, but we don’t know for sure.”

she admitted. Brandon flew over to where the first Assassin lay on the ground, intending to take him out before he got his faculties back, but by the time her uncle arrived, the man was stirring enough to defend himself. A Hunter could always kill a Guardian, regardless of what sort of ammunition was in use. The only way a Guardian could kill a Hunter or a Hunter could kill another Hunter was with titanium. “What are they using?” Jo demanded Scott answered, “Titanium.”