Shadow Moth Novels & Stories

Energy in her fingers answered the darkness around them like a challenge. Then a deep rumble rose from the earth. Shadow creatures began to seep out of the cracks. They were shapeless dark beings made of smoke and shadow. The biggest was a tall two legged creature with glowing red lines across its body like embers in black coal. Its eyes burned deep red, fixed on Sky.

It released black smoke from its mouth. I fell to my knees, struggling to breathe, and felt something warm trickle down my chin. I wiped my face with the sleeve of my bridal dress, coughing hard, my chest hurting from lack of oxygen. The shadow moved closer, its feet barely moving. I tried to push myself up and run away, but I found I couldn’t move a muscle even as my entire body gave up. I quickly lit the fire in the torch with my magic and held it above my head to watch the shadow looming over me. I gasped as I saw its long serpentine body covered in a rough, stone-like hide that mimicked the texture and color of the cave's stalagmites. This hide was a mix of dark grays, earthy browns, and

It was like a giant blade sweeping across the sky, shattering mountains and rivers, shaking the sun and moon, and sending chills through everyone's hearts. "What exactly is this thing?" As an old-timer in the nether realm, Norm had seen quite a few strange shadow beasts, yet he had truly never seen mantises like these. "They're the Doom Mantises of the Zago race. They stand at over 500 feet tall and are nearly 2,000 feet long. One strike can cut through mountain peaks," Barry explained at this moment. Being from the Sky Demon race, he had traveled frequently in the upper three heavenly realms and had encountered many alien races. He gave everyone an explanation.

It is said that, the worst nightmare is to have a bloodfang smile at you. The Shadow Pelt Pack, with fur so dark that it blends completely into the darkness, blessed with unusual speed and precision. Usually called the Night Dancers. Their name is spoken in fear, for the saying, "if the moon stares at you, the Night Dancers are near, and your screams will be music."

No contact. Just a shadow trailing another.

Voron screams through his bullhorn, his voice cracking with a sudden, primitive terror. The northern fighters panic. Three of the mechanical mortars discharge with a dull, heavy *thump*, sending canisters of silver dust screaming into the air above the river. But before the metal can even bloom into a cloud, Clyde moves. The Shadow Alpha lets out a roar that shakes the valley to its core. A massive, fifty-foot silhouette of an obsidian wolf erupts from his skin, a mountain of liquid black energy that leaps across the boiling river. The shadow-spirit swallows the silver canisters whole, the metal exploding harmlessly inside the void of his darkness, suffocating the chemical fire before a sing

The night of the third year's autumn solstice, Lucian stands on the rebuilt eastern wall of Drevalon's outer fortification and watches the twin moons rise. They are both present tonight, the actual moon and the phenomenon that appeared first during the curse and has not fully resolved since, the second light sitting in the sky's eastern quarter with the diffuse quality of something that is not quite celestial and not quite earthly and has found a permanent residence in the space between. The seers call it the Shadow Moon. The wolves call it the Direwolf's Eye. The vampires call it Thornhaven's Watch. The name it carries depends entirely on who is looking at it, which feels accurate.

“You have Shadow Leaches in Balendin Pack?” “No.” “Then how did that manage to get in?” “Beats me.” The Shadow Leech was a formless monster that fed off darkness to increase itself, it attached itself to shadows and could attack only when there were lots of shadows around. And the night was a full moon, lots of shadows from trees. “How do you defeat a Shadow Leech?” “Fire. The shadow created from flames.”

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.

A chilling gust of wind whispered through the trees, carrying with it a message, barely audible but filled with impending danger. Our victory had attracted the attention of a far more formidable adversary, one whose power and malevolence surpassed anything we had faced before. The shadows danced, conspiring against us, as a chilling laughter echoed through the darkened forest. In the distance, a pair of glowing eyes pierced through the gloom, their intensity radiating an otherworldly energy. The sinister figure stepped forward, revealing itself to be a creature of the night—a formidable foe known as the Nightshade, a legendary being whispered about in hushed tones.