Shadow Mate Novels & Stories

Liam Nightshade as a vampire he is naturally dark, mysterious and brooding. Even still he is also closed off and secretive from years of being an outcast among his people. Vampires have changed a lot over the last century. They no longer have to go out in the night and hunt humans to feed themselves nor do they have to keep humans locked away in their dwellings as a prolonged food source. Now vampires, though still hiding from the public eye, have a deal with most of the local blood banks. A small portion of all blood donations each month are given to the vampire seethe they have a contract with. Most seethes also have a deal with local hospitals where anyone who dies of natural causes has a

A heat, familiar and yet completely foreign. And then as if from my body– The world flares white. For a split second, everything is illuminated. The Shade is frozen mid-step, Valentine’s fist buried in its ribs, his face twisted in a snarl. And then—nothing. The light vanishes as fast as it came. The Shade steps back, unnatural eyes locking onto mine. I think it smiles. And then it’s gone. Just… gone. No sound. No movement. Just a void where it used to be, and then the lights come back on.

Not that it matters, since the small area means the shadow can’t get away. Kian’s teeth latch onto the shadow being, and he yanks, attempting to tear it away from Amora. The shadow hisses, wriggling in his grasp and squeezing tighter. A small, feeble squeak comes from Amora’s throat—the only sound she can make. Fury sends a wave of shadow smoke coming off my pitch black fur, and I lunge for the tendrils around her body. Snarls fill the air as Frost and Kian attack the shadow’s undulating form. I tear through the tendril wrapped around Amora’s neck, nicking her skin in the process, but the shadow being releases her with a startled, eerie scream.

His posture hardened, eyes flashing bright silver. “He’s back,” he said softly. A pulse of dread rolled through me. Shade. Thorn’s gaze shifted to the tree line beyond the wards. The forest there was darker than it should have been. Even the birds had gone quiet. The scent of sulfur touched the wind. Somewhere beyond that veil of green, Shade watched us. He smiled. A heartbeat later, he vanished. He reappeared in his lair, deep beneath the earth. The cavern walls dripped with molten shadow; red flames burned in large stone pits, throwing hot light across the floor. Shade raised one hand, and the darkness answered.

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

"He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It is an apex hunter tracking a specific frequency." With a swift swipe of her thumb, she activated the sync-pad. A translucent blue holographic map of the high northern ridges bloomed into life above the scarred oak table, casting a cool azure glow over their faces. Several tracking nodes along the outer perimeter were blinking with erratic fading gray signals. Liam leaned over the map, his massive frame effectively blocking the ambient chill of the room

He had just exited and walked over to join them. Touhy glanced sharply from Miller’s bent form to Lopez’s somber face to Lauren and Jake, who were holding on to each other for dear life. “Has something happened?” “Hey, what’s that?” Jake asked, pointing at a shadow on the side of the tent just above Miranda. Officer Lopez raised his flashlight. It swept past Miranda’s head and Touhy sucked in a breath. “Not another one,” he said, so low that Lauren barely heard him. “It’s not time.”

I willed one forward, it lanced across the yard, punching into the reinforced training dummy, cracking it in half. "Defensive," Zane called out. I shifted the shadows. They flattened and spread, forming a dome around me, a shield of solid darkness. Zane picked up a training weight, hurled it at me. The weight hit the shadow dome, dissolved. Not bounced. Dissolved. "Excellent." Zane's eyes were bright. "Restraint?" I sent the shadows forward. They wrapped around the nearest training post, coiled, squeezed, held. The post groaned, didn't break.

Keagan waved his hand over it and a new option appeared; Artifacts. The menu dropped down, revealing a new entry into his arsenal. It revealed an artifact—a shard from the broken mask of the defeated villain. The system's voice continued "This artifact grants you the power of shadow manipulation, a skill once possessed by your formidable adversary. By activating the shard, you can tap into this extraordinary ability for a limited time." Keagan's eyes widened as he grasped the significance of the artifact. The power of shadow manipulation, at his disposal. It was a chance to harness the very essence of his defeated foe. A surge of excitement coursed through his veins as he contemplated the po

The light is so bright it burns away the shadow chains holding me. "DON'T TOUCH MY MATE," Amos roars, and his voice carries power I've never heard from him before. The Shadow King actually stumbles backward. "WHAT IS THIS?" Sage Moira's voice echoes across the battlefield, filled with awe. "The Luna Awakening! I've only read legends—when a Luna loves their Alpha enough, they can manifest pure protective power!" Amos stands between me and the Shadow King, glowing like a star, completely transformed. Through our bond, I feel his power merging with mine, amplifying it beyond anything I thought possible.