Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

Before I could have said another word, I yelped as I felt a sharp, sudden slap on my ass. “So, that’s how I shut you up.” He chuckled and did it again. This time it was worse. “S-stop!” I screamed as he kept his hand on my behind. “Oh no, why would I stop?” He leaned closer to me and whispered, “To be honest, I find you too petite to be Rosalie’s killer. I’m not supposed to kill you. They don’t want me to.” I blinked in shock at his words. “But then again,” he continued with another sharp slap which made me scream and caused my eyes to dampen in pain, “I’m having too much fun.”

"Right now, we don't have enough clues to nail it down. From the build, it doesn't seem like an ordinary person, possibly a professional hitman. That's why I need to get Kyrian and Reid to a safe spot." His words sent chills down my spine. I asked tentatively, "Does this have anything to do with Poison and Wolf Shadow?" As a werewolf, I had a natural sensitivity to these hidden forces. "I don't think so. Poison and Wolf Shadow is an organization well-versed in the field of medicine. Their method of killing is mostly through drugs, just like with ... Holly. But the person who came after Kyrian was different. He wanted to kill Kyrian on the spot. I mean, he pushed Kyrian down a spiral staircas

I'm going to have her, and if she refuses, I'll kill her. No one says no to Roman and lives. I mindlink her to come to my office immediately, and I wait. I smell her scent before she even knocks on the door. "Come in." Shadow's POV I twist the knob and slowly open the door to let myself in. I close it behind me and stand there waiting for consent to approach or to sit. Alpha Roman has his back towards me and is facing the wall made of floor to ceiling windows behind his wooden oak desk. There's an awkward silence in the room, and I'm starting to feel very uneasy.

he whispered, voice low but teasing, “I always wanted a dramatic night on a rooftop. Didn’t think it’d involve near-death experiences.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t suppress a small laugh. “You really don’t know when to stop joking, do you?” “Never,” he said, leaning close so his lips brushed my ear. “It’s a gift. And possibly a curse. But you like it.” I smirked despite the tension. “Maybe.” The hunters were organized, patient, circling the building below. One of them carried a device—the rumored weapon, sleek, metallic, ominous. I recognized it immediately from the whispers we’d heard: a prototype capable of killing vampires effortlessly.

The last thing Callum saw in his consciousness was an angry Stephen leaping on him, he wrapped him inside his arms and his canines punctured the pulsating vein in his neck. And everything black out. *********** Tabby

He took a towel from a rack standing at the side before asking his comrade while wiping the sword clean of blood. "Why are you here?" His brows furrowed. There is only one reason why Shadow visits his lair, an underground basement where kidnapped girls are imprisoned, and that is to deliver news from Frederico. This was where Keyller stores his victims before slowly butchering them one by one if he was thirsty to kill. "Why do you hate women so much that you need to kill them after fucking them?" Shadow asked, unbelievably. He sat on the sofa, put his gun, then his legs on top of the table before taking a cigarette. He put it in his mouth but didn't light it.

She added while searching further. "Aha!! Here it is; take a look!" Everyone was curious about her findings, so I read it out loud. "The age-old knowledge of the seven deathly beings: The Shadow Stalker, a phantom predator, strikes fear in the dark. The Banshee's Wail, mournful and ominous, signals disaster with her cries. Petrifying with a glance, the Gorgon's Gaze turns victims into stone. The Blood Fiend feeds on life, leaving only husks.

I watched in horror, frozen in place, as The Shadows enveloped Layna, their dark tendrils slicing through her body with ruthless efficiency. They drained her of every last drop of blood, their malevolent presence seeming to revel in her agony. Her screams echoed through the cell, a haunting, soul-shattering sound that left me feeling shattered and guilty. I had never witnessed The Shadows claim a life before, and the brutality of it was staggering.

he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun “No he’s not, you trigger-happy bastard. Anyways, it’s not weird. There are people blessed with the gift of controlling shadows. I believe they call themselves Shadow” “Interesting. I can’t believe such amazing people exist” he giggles Shane lights another cigarette “They are far from amazing. Back when I was a teen, I took up a job offer to kill a pregnant woman. It should be an easy job I thought but she could control Shadows” he blows out smoke

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.