Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

He believed I wanted to kill him after his wife lied. They thought they were saving him, not knowing they did me a good thing. At least, I was free from that leech who, despite how I treated him, always clung to my side. My classmates then called him my shadow because he was always running after me. With his return, I have this feeling of dread that it would resume. It was such a pity the one I wanted isn't clingy, while the one I hate is as clingy as hell. When my phone started ringing again, I angrily answered the call. “What the fuck do you want??? I'm not freaking letting you come close to my damned house even if you beg me!”

Untreatable once it passed a certain stage. It described the people who used the blade. I turned back to Xavier. "They're called Shadow Hunters," I said. "They're not wolves. They're an old faction, older than most of the packs on this continent. They don't have sides. They hunt whoever they're paid to hunt, and once they mark a target, the target can't hide. The mark makes them trackable through any ward, any border." I kept my voice level. "Your scouts weren't killed by rogues. They were marked. Probably to send you a message."

Shadow Kill was a world-class special group of assassins, and there was no mission that they could not accomplish. Waverly wanted Charmine to suffer horribly. She wanted to see how Charmine could be as arrogant after her mouth and face were ruined. How would she have her wedding after that? “Copied that, madam!” answered Britney dutifully and went ahead to execute her task. Waverly hung up and carelessly tossed her phone aside, leaning into her bathtub afterward. Closing her eyes, she could picture Charmine’s bloodied, torn out face and mouth. The mere image evoked a cruel, sadistic smile on Waverly’s expectant-filled face.

I’m answering prayers they’ve yet to pray. For weeks, Lucky did this. Slaughtered, testing her limits and feeding her revenge, safe under the anonymity of her shadow. Killed, never eating, rarely drinking, the shadow giving her what she needed to survive if she would give it what it craved: the experience of a life ending. The shadow relishing the confused panic of these strangers as they realized this was their end. Those final moments of heartbreak and regret for all they were losing. Family, friends, dreams. The sweet simplicity of the stranger’s last breath. She and her shadow grew closer. And she learned.

“I will only ask you once, so think before you answer.” “Shadow hunters,” said the guy nervously as Lucifer outs the gun to the head and pulled the trigger. The other two guys are now on their knees, pleading for their lives. Joshua walks up to them and stabs the one on the neck with his knife; the blood spills all over as the guy grabs his neck tries to breathe then collapses. Joshua now walks over to the third, “any last words?”

Werewolves are a bit more acceptable than Shadow Hunters. XXX

Many were killed or seriously injured. Meanwhile, the leaders of the Echelon Vampire Clan were forcibly taken into a dark and cold underground room. The room turned out to be a secret chamber built by humans for the purpose of capturing and killing vampires. The room had walls and floors lined with iron and silver, two metals that could weaken the power of vampires. It also had small windows that could be opened and closed as the humans wished.

Ancient runes etched into its facade pulsed faintly, their protective power a silent shield against the sinister energy the group battled mere minutes ago. The memory of the grotesque creature, its red eyes and smoky aura, haunted them - a stark reminder of the Nightshade Pack’s dark influence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the team, his commanding presence steadying the group after their harrowing encounter. His amber eyes, still sharp with the intensity of their forest skirmish, met those of Alpha Damien Bloodmoon, who stood in the foyer of the pack house studying the group.

Enzo reached his car, unlocked it, and just as he opened the door— A shadow moved. Ricci struck fast, emerging from the darkness, silenced pistol in hand. But before he could fire, Enzo pivoted sharply, slamming the car door into Ricci’s wrist. The gun clattered to the pavement. Federico was on him in seconds, tackling Ricci to the ground. The hitman fought back viciously, landing a solid punch to Federico’s ribs, but Enzo was already there, pressing a knee into Ricci’s chest, pinning him down.