Shadow Killer Novels & Stories

He would certainly be concerned about it if he’d not heard the famous tales of the current chief. Ryker. This barbarian is ruthless to the point his victims prefer to kill themselves before getting caught by him. Some say he eats the flesh of his victim and some believe he bathes in their blood. There are thousands of rumors running free about him. The wind carries the tales of his barbaric nature which is enough to strike fear into anyone’s heart. His wolf is called Devil Shadow. He kills to live and tortures for fun. They say whoever dares to look into his hazel eyes doesn’t live another minute to speak of his achievement. The tales are also of some people dying of a heart ailment after he

I began, my voice barely steady. "That night… the night my parents and two siblings were killed. By a bunch of funny looking Robbers, they said. My dad tried to fight them off… they kept calling him ‘The Sentinel,’ mocking him. I was on the balcony… I heard the screams, the footsteps. I..I ran to a neighbor's house… Luke." I paused, shuddering once again at the hunting memory of Luke’s glassy, drunken eyes. "I thought I’d be safe. But he… he tried to take advantage of me. I was so young.

As expected, their faces darkened with shock and a flicker of pity for the kids. “What kind of monster would do this?” Joyril muttered, her voice breaking the heavy silence. “They’re called Shadows,” Hunter replied, pulling up another image on the monitor. This time, it was a close-up of the Grim Reaper tattoos on the victims’ wrists. “Shadows?” Rafael echoed, frowning as he stepped closer. “Yeah. Remember a few months ago when I was sent on that mission to investigate the missing martial artists?” Hunter said, his tone calm but loaded with meaning.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

"Interesting! I wonder if you have met one of the Shadows, my child. If so, I would be very careful, especially with his wolf. They are righteous assassins of the goddess and will eliminate any who possess evil in their soul." "Well, I don't think I have any evil in my soul so I should be ok, right?" "Yes and no. See these Shadows are also wolf and human so they too can possess evil or conflicting emotions. If their wolf is in control they can become quite violent and can rationalizing just about anyone as evil." "Oh, I see. Homicidal manic looking to burn the world. Got it, don't piss off a Shadow." I kicked myself for the amount of times I threatened Ryker's life. If he was a Shadow then I

Raverine smirked. “You brought your dogs…” Raverine mocked. Calil stopped from taking another step. “Be careful, they like to hunt birds.” Before Raverine could even make a reply, the two vampires swiftly left him in blues and bruises. It was as though the shadow within the alley moved and attacked Raverine before he could blink. That’s the reason why these kinds of vampires are called shadow vampires – they become one with the shadows. Raverine coughed after his body took the blow and held the wall for support.

"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."

The long-haired blonde vampire’s right leg was broken into two after Shadow stomped her legs on the vampire’s thigh. “Arkh!” The stones pierced the short-haired blonde vampire’s heart. She slumped on the floor while coughing blood and died on the spot. Honestly, a vampire's life wasn't as fragile as anyone thought. It’s just, Shadow was too damn good at her job. She was a professional killer. To waste her time on something not important wasn’t her interest but to torture, her intended subject was a must. She stepped on the long-haired vampire, her murderous aura condensed in the air. She raised her jaw while looking down at the vampire.

"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."

It reeked of impending madness; the opening yawning before him like an omen. William stared in as the group walked by it on their way to the next room over. Inside this one was a solid silver slab with chains hanging from the edges where the arms and legs of the victim; him, in this case; would lie. Under the slab was a metal funnel to drain the bloodshed. His bloodshed. Above the slab was a huge grate of metal spikes. The spikes were approximately a foot in length, which guaranteed they pierced all the way through the body from the front to the back.