Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

"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."

The final assault had broken against the gate, Ursula's loyal packs pouring in now that the children were spent, the courtyard a churn of bodies. I saw Hunter in the middle of it in his black and gold, driving toward the stair to the deep, and I saw the glint of a thrown spear coming for his unguarded side, silver, wet with something dark along its edge, poisoned, a killing blow aimed at the man I had chosen. And I saw Cole Shade cross the space between them without a heartbeat's hesitation and put his own body in its path.

Shadow makes eye contact with me Shadow POV: "Shadow" I whisper. Amari shuts her eyes and then she opens them. She grabs the steak knife and charges toward Mr. Klein before he can even understand what the hell is happening. Amari slit his throat making Becca or Lizzy whatever her name climb onto the restaurant chair screaming her lungs out Tucking my hands in my pocket I walk up towards Mr. Klein as he falls on his knees and grabs at his own neck trying to stop the bleeding "You should have just taken the deal Leon" I smirk as I make direct eye contact with him. Amari drops the knife and she starts breathing heavily

The sheer, brutal force of the slap sent my head snapping to the side, my face forcefully tilted toward the dirt. "You truly made things incredibly difficult for me, Raegan. You made me waste so much precious time hunting you down," he hissed. Before I could recover, his fingers aggressively tangled into my hair, yanking my head back with immense force until I was looking directly into his face. The one countenance I had prayed to never encounter again was staring right back at me. His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips.

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.

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

When I was finally ready, I slammed that skylight open, having the glass smash as I did it and I aimed the gun inside the building and started shooting. Mostly at the ones that weren’t chained and the ones that were trying to get out of the light. Suddenly, the windows on the side of the building were being smashed and werewolves were jumping into the building. I was shooting everything that was running in all different directions, watching them turn to blood and ooze and the humans were screaming and trying to get away from the danger.

Dad grunted, sighing heavily. “I don’t know, Dad.” I shook my head. I was also frustrated that I couldn’t find anything about these hunters, even a name. “They are humans. That’s for sure,” Shadow said, “They could have military service because they seem well-trained, meticulous, and organized, and they left without a trail to follow, just a brand on their victims.” “How are the victims killed?” Zack asked. “Silver bullets, burning, beheading—” Everyone gasped. “They also use crossbows but took arrows with them,” I added.

When the man began talking, it felt like he was covering her body in warm honey. "I must apologize to you. I'm Alpha Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers. My head warrior showed me evidence that you had been kidnapping humans. When I looked closer at the evidence, I couldn't determine if what he said was true, so I wanted to do more investigating. Omar?" Alpha Gunnar looked at the warriors, and the large one in front stepped forward, his neck bare in submission. "Yes, alpha." He answered in more of a growl. "Why have you set out to destroy this pack?" Gunnar asked. However, it wasn't Omar who answered.