Shadow Mate Novels & Stories

Right after I spoke, Isolde screamed, pulling one assassin her way. Thorne moved back to shield her. All his focus was on Isolde, and he did not see another assassin coming at me. I could feel the poison coursing through my veins. My sight was fuzzy, and I was quickly losing my grip on consciousness. Through the blur, I thought I saw someone bravely step in front of me and kick the assassin's blade away... When I woke up, my four friends who might one day be more than just friends were all by my bedside.

If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black. The feeling of the pendant against her skin was both grounding and empowering. The cool touch of the silver filigree and the smooth surface of the gemstone provided a tactile reminder of her connection to her heritage and the protection it offered. The runes and symbols etched into the silver felt cool against her skin, their presence reassuring her that she was protected and that her powers were being kept in check.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

A high-pitched whistle sliced through the humid air. Dozens of blow-darts, tipped not with tree-frog poison, but with condensed, liquid dark matter, rained down on us from the canopy. Killian didn't even flinch. His human silhouette flickered, instantly replaced by the thirteen-foot, obsidian mass of the Shadow Lycan. He didn't dodge the darts. He caught the air itself. A massive wave of gravitational shadow erupted from Killian's form, suspending the deadly darts mid-air, inches from my face. With a low, vibrating growl, he reversed the polarity. The darts shot back into the canopy a hundred times faster than they had been blown.

Susie and Abel ran into the woods, and it wasn't until the next morning that they strolled back to the café, hand in hand. Susie looked refreshed, with a healthy glow on her face. Her eyes were bright and her lips had that natural rosy tint, resembling petals. She seemed like a different person now, more vibrant and alluring than before. Today, she wore a light green blouse with all the buttons done up, hugging her neck. Through the gaps, you could just catch sight of the deep, faintly reddened bite mark on her neck, emitting a subtle glow—the magical mark of a werewolf mate. Abel’s transformation was equally striking. The friendly, approachable big-brother vibe he used to give off was gone,

A look of regret crosses his face and tears run down my face cause I know what he means “No please it hurts” I murmur. He's been training me to control ‘obsidian’ in case she comes out but when he says my trigger word it’s hard for me to fight it "I'm so sorry tsvetok, I promise I’ll make it up to you” he kisses my hand whilst keeping his eyes on the road “Please” I beg in a whisper "Shadow" he whispers and then everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally, it's my time to shine ladies and gentlemen. Being Amari’s alter ego and personality disorder is just boring. She’s too sweet. Too weak she could learn from me

Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h