Shadow Moth Novels & Stories

I scream some more, but a cloth is fitted in my mouth, and the taste of it makes me gag. I don’t allow despair to touch my heart. I still have one option left, and that’s to shift. I close my eyes and brace myself for the swift change to happen, but something searing hot touches the inside of my wrist and makes me scream. Silver. I know it before I even see it.

Three Slaughter butterflies came out from the black rectangular hole as if there was a dimensional space beyond the darkness. A shadow barrier was a technique Maleficent stumbled while contemplating where to hide the Slaughter butterflies when she manifested the flying creatures. That only thing she knew that beyond the shadow barrier that could adjust its size could house earthly things even a living thing – like a cat. If she could use this to hide the dragon and still be with her, she could raise her familiar within the premises of her room.

Alia left the cabin to make necessary arrangements. Away from the base, a paled-skin youth was looking at the 3-feet purple-moth from inside the dense bushes ... his breathing had a light pace and a dampened pulse. He was like a hidden viper; he was undistinguishable with his surroundings, almost like Cameleon. "Dammit! Why is this moth too perceptive?" The current situation agitated Creed heavily."I have been hiding here for 2 hours now, but I can't find an opening to kill this beast."

She fanned the flames of a scythe she thought she could control, only to realize she has just unleashed an omnivorous monster that intends to eat her first. ​Lirien lets out a high-pitched scream of panic, scrambling backward on her hands and knees. "Wards! Bind it! Secure the thrall!" ​Her command is useless. The moth-fae are already dying. ​The Shadow Beast doesn't need to lunge. It just opens its massive mouth. Thick, living shadows erupt like striking krakens, wrapping around the fleeing moth-fae. Their papery, translucent wings are crushed instantly. Their clicking screeches are silenced as the Beast simply inhales them, consuming their residual sprite magic in massive, greedy gulps.

One was still supposed to keep one's distance. Banshee pointed at another cage. That's a Golden Silk Orb-Weaver . . . the kind that Shane's hopefully new acquisition turns into. The web actually seems golden when it reflects the light, hence the name. You're going to have to get a little closer than that to see it." "What part of 'abject terror' are you having a problem comprehending?" Shamira asked. 'Mind over matter,' she thought. 'None of them can kill you. Blood-based poisons won't work on you. You can do this.'

But there is another mystery that has left me absolutely horrified. “Which female will reproduce with a shadow monster?” I asked, horrified by my thoughts. I don’t even want to imagine it; shadow monsters are smelly, vile, and disgusting creatures. They have no special scent but they have this smiley type of smell when you move close and they are way bigger than any demon I have seen, so which female will do that? One shadow monster should weigh thousands of female demons combined with body weight. They have muscles and core strength. That is why there are male and female shadow monsters. I am troubled by my own thoughts.

My skin had muted down to normal, but its previous glow must have been enough to attract the attention of a moth, which landed on my hand. It was a large moth, perhaps six inches across, and had a bright red, furry body and two, large, ruby spots on its wings; giving it the appearance of predator eyes. They even glimmered a little like cat eyes; the opalescence in the moth dust catching the moonlight. Those wings shivered as the moth tip-toed slowly up my arm to cling to my shoulder. "Hey there." I glanced down at it; not at all bothered by its presence. This insect was one of mine, a twilight creature, and I sensed our connection immediately. "I'm on a super secret mission to rescue a bunch

The forest moaned because it had so much life in it. When the Shadowed Moon's real master was about to use its last, illegal move, rocks and trees broke and the air seemed to catch fire. Its shape, which was molten black and silver, twisted violently, and red veins pulsed like a heartbeat of death. "You... Moonbound," it hissed, its voice a jangly orchestra of melting shadows. "You've been through a lot, but now you'll see how powerful I really am." My secret move will kill you.