Shadow Moth Novels & Stories

"Of course, I would. But over dinner." "Where's dinner?" Shit. I completely forgot to prepare dinner for our little date night. Author note. *Shadow werewolves: Rare and secretive forms of werewolves. They can blend into shadows or become nearly invisible at night. They are often loners, which means they can be used as spies or assasins.*

"Shadowthorn essence is a dark poison derived from the thorns of the nightshade plant. They cause terrifying hallucinations, leading to paralysis." "While Whisperwind Venom is harvested from the elusive Whisperwind spiders dwelling in the ethereal forests, this poison imbues one's mind with haunting whispers and illusions, driving them to the brink of madness." "These poisons are not easily found. They are only in Kingdom Solstice." As tears streaked down my cheeks, I struggled to make sense of Dr. Halt's words. My shoulders sagged under the weight of the brutal revelation, and my eyes widened in shock. Frantically, I scanned the room, desperate for answers that slipped through my fingers li

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

Just as Thiago's fist was about to smash into Leto's throat, a dark shadow suddenly appeared. In an instant, an overwhelming sense of danger washed over Thiago. Without a second thought, he retreated at full speed. Only after pulling back a full ten feet did he finally see that the dark shadow was a seven-star beetle. The beetle was about the size of a thumb. Its entire body was pitch black, but its two eyes glowed with an eerie blue light. However, its body was also covered in a greenish liquid that made one's stomach churn.

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

I fought back the queasy feeling rising in my throat and faced the camera head-on. "You're throwing accusations around without a shred of proof, just taking one person's word over mine. That's defamation!" The crowd gasped and buzzed with whispers. However, Sarah Lewis, the student in question, let out a shriek like a startled cat. "Who says I have no proof?! Avery Jones, you're nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing, too cowardly to own up to your actions!" 'A wolf in sheep's clothing? Me?' I thought. I took a quick look at the poster of myself on the wall.

From the center of the mist, a figure stepped forward. She was wearing a gown of grey silk that seemed to be made of falling ash. Her hair was no longer gold; it was a pale, dead silver, and her eyes were empty sockets filled with swirling grey dust. She held the Shadow-Shard of the Mother-Lode, but it was no longer black. It was the color of a cataract.

“Alpha command me, if you think I’m lying, Heath!” He threw me on the ground and paced. “I lost partners today because of one fucking shadow maw.” I rubbed my neck and looked up at Heath with tears stinging my eyes. “Heath, what is a shadow maw?” He looked at me, his body towering over me. “It’s a wolf that is much larger than ours. It doesn’t look like ours either. I went through our database looking for information until I found out what they were. Thalia is a shadow maw.”

Moonshadow is preparing for war, and every movement is deliberate. The wind carries the faint scent of smoke from distant forests. It is subtle, almost imperceptible, but it makes the hair on the back of her neck rise. She glances toward the horizon, noting the shadows stretching along the edges of trees. Night is deepening, and the first signs of Morgana’s strikes are already evident.