Shadow Moth Novels & Stories

The leaves were rustling as if the wind had passed through them. However, when one looked closely at the dark, forbidden forest that the tight community of Paphos, Cyprus had to forbid their children and citizens there, one would find that something was moving through the leaves, not the wind itself. The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand.

Lalaine mind drifts away as she caress the pendant of her necklace Aeriol immediately called out Nathaniel, while Lynx describing the area where he saw Stella. Lala uses her ability to find her using the bracelet Stella is wearing and with a basin of water. She places the stone in the middle and chants. "Did it work?" Aeriol asked. Nathaniel is pacing back and forth, he is trying to remember the shadows he fought with before. There are only two beings that can use the shadow, the demons or the celestials under the protection of the moon. It can't be that they move against the direction of their Priestess. Although, on second thought they don't have a Priestess now.

Confirmation that Xalara was unharmed, that Elaric Nox hadn't destroyed whatever made her uniquely herself despite claiming her through that mockery of a contract marriage. As predicted, shadow sentinels materialized along the roadway—dark figures seeming to congeal from the night itself rather than merely stepping from concealment. Their forms rippled with subtle violet energy that marked House Nox's elite border guard, shadow magic made manifest in humanoid shape that maintained just enough physical substance to intimidate without revealing actual combat capabilities. Cassian's carriage slowed to appropriate diplomatic halt, though he felt a petty urge to order his driver to continue forwa

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

Killian kicked the door open. The reservoir was a massive underground lake that fed the fountains of the First City. Usually, the water was a pure, shimmering silver. Now, it was a stagnant pool of black ink. Standing in the center of the water, hovering just above the surface, was a fragment of the Shadow Alpha. It wasn't a giant this time. It was a swarm. Thousands of tiny, obsidian beetles—the same ones I had seen in the plaza—were knitting themselves together, forming a crude, child-sized shape.

Becky leaned her head to the side in question, watching and waiting for Larin’s answer. “Shadow Crawlers. Think shadow forms that solidify long enough to attack before becoming insubstantial again. They form briefly into clawed hands, tentacles, and heavy clublike limbs. They rarely solidify completely, but if you can get one to do that, then they can be killed by hacking and slashing parts off them until they can no longer function. They’ll dissolve after that, leaving a black ooze behind.” “So, you’d recommend we get ourselves several large and sharp objects?” Evan came to stand with Gemma and look at the words.

Chapter 43 Shadow Weavers of Shinjuku The attack of the Shadow-Weavers was not a chaotic lunge like the New Breed spider monsters; it was a silent, coordinated execution maneuver that moved with the terrifying speed of an electrical current. The three indigo-clad figures didn't make a sound as their boots left the wet cobblestones, their bodies dissolving into fluid ribbons of black mist that blurred into the shadows of the narrow alleyway before Laila could even draw her hands from her leather trench coat.

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.