Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

“Don’t make me hurt you, Sierra.” “It was a man named Ian. He used to be Willow’s neighbor. He has been demanding compensation from Willow for his father’s death, but Willow refuses to give his family any more money. H-He plans to trick Willow into a secluded place and record a compromising video to blackmail her. It’s all Ian’s idea. I just helped with the location.” “Smack!” Roy swung his hand, knocking Sierra sideways. She fell to the ground, her ears ringing violently from the blow.

The shadow recoiled, its form spasming as if electrified. Killian grabbed it by the throat, slamming it against the wall so hard the plaster cracked. “You dare come for what’s mine?” His voice was a growl that shook the floor. The shadow screeched, smoke pouring from its mouth, before disintegrating completely into nothing but ash and silence. The first one, still staggering from Lola’s spark, hissed a curse and melted back into the hallway darkness, retreating with inhuman speed. Killian didn’t chase it. He stood there, chest heaving, claws dripping with something darker than blood like tar, thick and smoking. His eyes blazed when he turned back to her.

“If we’re using your logic Ashton, how would the killer have stayed out of sight then? People were already in the café. It would have been impossible to stay hidden” A sharp exhale suddenly left Ashton as his hand shot out to pause the footage. “Maybe they didn’t need to stay hidden.” He swore. “Fuck, why hadn’t I realized this?” Maya came closer to study the screen. “There.” Ashton pointed to a spot on the tiled floor of the café that was darker than the rest. “A shadow.” Maya breathed. “Fucking hell. The killer is a Shadow.” I stated with unequalled shock. Shadows had no shadows in their human form but when they wanted to stay hidden, it was all they were– Shadows.

The night was warm but her skin was hot and bothered as she reminded about the imprint that had happened unexpectedly between her and Zack. “Hey, Sam! I haven’t seen you around a lot. Are you still working in town, masquerading yourself as human?” asked a warrior named Hunter Wolcott. He was the younger brother of the Sigma of Shadow Pack—a vagabond who excluded himself from the pack to serve in the army, Kane Wolcott.

The blade slid in with a sickening sound, blood spurting hot and fast. Zeke kicked him backward, but the killer yanked the knife free and tried to lunge again. Zeke slipped behind him, locked an arm around his neck, and with one brutal twist, snapped it. The body crumpled lifelessly, blood still streaming from his chest wound. Breath ragged, Zeke collapsed into a chair. His palm throbbed, dripping crimson, trembling with pain. His gaze stayed fixed on the corpse, grim and heavy. Shadow Moon Pavilion. Their assassins were everywhere now, infiltrating the States. No one knew how many or when they would strike. He was exposed. They were in the shadows. The only answer was to tighten defenses.

My side hits hard, and my cheek slams into the carpet. Great, now I’m going to get E.coli, I think, and if the situation weren’t so damn dire, I’d laugh. I’m already poisoned, so why not add a deadly bacterial virus? I could die twice. Shoving against the floor with both hands, I ignore the gritty, crumbly texture of the carpet and glance around. Kian’s still battling his shadow, while Frost and Malix both have one of their own. Three shadows in the dark, three knives slashing.

"Am I horrible for being relieved that they aren't something sent from hell?" Skylar asks. Kara's lips scrunch before she replies. "I liked the 'hell' scenario better than zombies." "The Shadow Warriors still call them hellhounds and I agree. I'd rather think about killing hellhounds because I swear, I would grimace every time I killed a zombie." Three mouths drop open and I realize what I've admitted. "My father killed hellhounds and I asked King to teach me. I'm still working on my technique."

He bit into her neck deeply; I saw his hands scratching at her chest while biting further. I screamed as blood filled his mouth and ran down her neck. She screamed and tried fighting him off to no ability. She hit him and he grabbed her arm throwing it aggressively. The sound of shattering bones filling the room with her screams that started to die as well. I felt like I couldn’t look away, the dark one bit harder and ripped her throat out. I screamed louder in terror. Everything that was rushing back into my mind was the grizzly scene from my parents death.

"I'm sorry." "Don't apologize for fate," Kieran said. "Even if it is massively fucked up." Marcus laughed from where James held him. "Oh, you haven't heard the best part. Tell her, brother. Tell her what the Shadow Hunters really are." Kieran's face went hard. "Not now." "Yes, now." Marcus's grin was vicious. "The Shadow Hunters aren't just survivors from collapsed realms. They're reality's antibodies. When someone becomes too powerful, too dangerous, they appear to eliminate the threat."

"I am the part of you that Killian rejected. I am the shame your children were born into. As long as you remember the mud, I am eternal." Killian lunged, a silver-veined blur of fury, but his claws passed through the woman as if she were made of smoke. The shadow didn't retaliate with teeth. She simply looked at him with those lightless grey eyes, and I felt Killian’s heart rate spike through the bond. "Killian, stop!" I screamed. "She’s a psychic parasite! She’s feeding on the regret you still carry for that night!" "I am the truth!" the shadow shrieked, her form expanding until she filled the chamber with a cold, lightless void.