Shadow Link Novels & Stories

Panic seized my chest, and I instinctively took a step backward. CREAK. The ancient wooden floorboard beneath my bare foot gave off a sharp, loud groan. Horror crashed over me. I turned on my heel, scrambling to run back toward my room in the pitch-black darkness of the hallway. Before I could take even three steps, a cold, powerful hand shot out of the shadows, grabbing my wrist with a grip like an iron shackle and slamming me back against the hallway wall. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand instantly clamped down over my lower face, smothering the sound completely.

“George, please fetch me some lavender. We need some tea for the wound to manifest.” Without another word, he set off. Alone with her shadow, they turned the room upside-down, just so the moon’s rays could lighten her wounds. It wasn’t bleeding, but it was crawling like a pest, feeding with her flesh. “What do you think it is, Mary?” she asked her shadow. ‘Internal wound is far more different than visible ones. It isn’t painful, but it is there. It will kill its host once it’s stored for too long.’ The Shadow and the Wielder have interlinked minds. They could interact with one another using their thoughts, imagination, and perception. This link between them strengthened as they grew together

Sam said to him, Lionel thought for awhile, "Save A Soul is the best possible name I came out with but you can use any other name then put me as the Beneficiary of Save A Soul. Whenever Jacklyn or Regina needs money, I can go get it for them. This way they don't get access to it and anyone investigating me will be falling to a death end." Sam suggested. His suggestion was good and with everyone’s concurrence, they decided to go on with it. Immediately,

"He wants me and he took Rebecca to draw me out, and he took your mate to ensure you wouldn't stay out of it." "Oh, well then, he succeeded..." Carson replied, his voice dropping to a whisper that carried further than a shout. "— where is he taking them?" "There is a place, it's a bunker built into the ridge..." Kenziel looked toward the northern border, where the treeline met the jagged peaks of the Silver Moon territory. "— it’s lined with silver and warded with the kind of magic that turns even the strongest wolf into a coward." "The patrols are reporting tracks leading toward the ridge, a heavy vehicle..." Alexander added as he stepped forward, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

“Undo the chains.” “She’s not stable—” “I said undo them,” he snapped. Calla hesitated for a while, then slowly she pulled out a key from her pocket and began unlocking the shackles. As soon as my hands were free, I pulled them to my chest, curling into myself, biting my lips to hold back a sob, my chest trembling. “I want to go home,” I whispered. Logan stiffened. “Naomi…” “This place… it’s cursed,” I said softly. “It’s making me sick. I can’t feel my wolf. She’s… she’s fading and... and it's all because of these... these weird things.”

Upon receiving a notification from the bank, Willow transferred out a hundred thousand dollars. She sent a text message. “This is the last hundred thousand dollars. I won’t be wiring any more money.”

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

As every Shadow concealed their existence, we were also using our detection skills. ‘Gosh, I think I’m just gonna sleep during the weekends!’ Sandra mind-linked me and Noah with the help of her mate to maintain the connection, as we are already tired of just keeping up the concealment for a long period of time. All while running or even walking. We didn’t even have breakfast!!

I blurted through our mind link. A mind link is a connection between packs a bit like an inner walkie talkie if you like that you can communicate through when needed without having to speak out loud. It sure comes in handy for moments like this when I didn’t have my mobile on me! I was so scared right now, my Lilah could have thrown herself into the lake because the fucking Moon Goddess gave me someone I didn’t want for a mate! Or I did want her as a mate…. Oh I don’t fucking know!

“On Terra, we have a rare type of dragon–a shadow dragon. We can use the void to travel from one place on our planet to another, as long as we have an idea of where we are going.” “But what if you don’t know where you are going?” Oaestr raises an eyebrow. “What if you don’t have coordinates set in your band?” Ah, that’s her problem, isn’t it? Her band is broken, and she can’t figure out her path. “Well, then you use an anchoring point,” I recite, remembering the little bit I had learned from my father during our time together training in the ways of shadow walking. “It can be a physical item, like an old house or a familiar charm, or your anchor can be a person, like a loved one, a mate, or