Shadow Nakanohara Novels & Stories

It looked mighty and very well made. Seeing the hammer, Shiroa had flashbacks of Kirou's fight with the level 23 shadow wolves from earlier in the week. She could only release a sigh as she already figured out how this fight was going to end. At the moment, she could only hope that Kirou doesn't demand too much for his silence.

My smile dropped at the woman who stood frozen with her eyes wide in shock, she was staring at nothing in particular with a mixture of sadness, fear, confusion but most prominently anger in her grey eyes. Her expression caused everyone’s smiles to drop; I took a step closer to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. I looked into her wide eyes and felt Shadow stir restlessly. ‘What is the Shadow? Shadow’s agitation was affecting me. ‘Mate!’ I was taken aback by her reaction; ‘Shadow, this is Tatiana not D-’ I cut myself off and swung around to look at Devin. I looked into his confused eyes and was met with grey eyes strikingly identical to those I stared into just seconds ago.

Lord Robert and I frowned, feeling a knot form in our stomachs. "Is it possible to track them?" Lord Robert asked. Narok nodded. "It is possible. But it won't be easy. The Shadow Clan is well known for their stealth and cunning. They know how to disappear into the depths of the forest, leaving no trace behind." Lord Robert and I exchanged a look. "We'll take whatever help you can offer, Narok," Lord Robert said.

In my peripheral vision, I noticed Norton Tate leaning against the doorway, intently observing my every move. After a while, Abel was called away by his group of friends, leaving me to be on my own. I fetched a small plate of cookies and a cup of tea from the dessert counter and stepped out onto the balcony to get some fresh air. A man was standing by the railing, smoking, and we exchanged brief greetings before he returned to his silence. I chose a spot farthest from him, setting my plate and cup on the table. As I lifted a cookie to take a bite, Norton suddenly approached me, silently standing by my side, scrutinizing me with those melancholic, amber eyes. Feeling awkward, I wanted to brea

'My name is Shade. I am your shadow.' The voice responded. 'My shadow?' 'I am the one that helps you control the shadows. The one that gives you more power. There is so much more you can do, but haven't been able to without me. Because I was taken from you at such a young age your body isn't used to me. You need to go to Kiran. He'll help you see again.' Shade explained. 'Why Kiran?' 'Because you don't have any strong bonds. The bonds you have with the people here are too weak. That's why they only created slivers of light. Kiran will illuminate all the darkness.'

This made me trust his professionalism. “We have here on the screen the map of the port. On the south side, in the darkest part of the harbor, they will anchor the ship. We will have to split up and position ourselves in several places to supervise and coordinate the action. We will use helmets to communicate with each other. Unfortunately, it will all take place at night, and I don’t think a drone will help us,” I explained. “I think we can use an infrared drone. Maybe it’ll give us some inside images. That way we’ll be able to see what’s going on between them,” one agent said.

Kaela slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle her snort. I, on the other hand, was about to punch through this moron’s window. Zayne put a hand on my shoulder and gently pushed me aside. “We’re looking for someone,” he said calmly, though how he could do that after the crude comment made about his mate, I didn’t know. “Her name is Nora Nightshade.” Stan shrugged. “Never heard that name.” Zayne sighed and turned to me. “Picture?” I quickly retrieved a picture of Nora from my phone and pressed it against the window.

One push holds it all now. Last thing I’d call myself is a fortune teller. Not magic, not royalty, nothing you'd put on a pedestal either. A breath. A pulse. This body, shaping something new while shadows gather near. Right now - more than any battle, more than any silence - it holds weight beyond naming. Not just fear. Not just strength. But presence, raw and undeniable. (Noah’s POV) A shadow moves on the stairwell, pressed against the stone. Through a hidden door he came, blade in hand, built for ambushes and quiet kills. My steel finds his neck - no time for fear. The body drops before the eyes finish closing.

Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl." The Shadowridge Pack was one of the top packs in the region, and it took us great effort to convince them to give us this opportunity. The negotiation was crucial for our pack's future development as it could make or break us. I reminded him again, "Alpha Noah only gave us two hours for this meeting. If we..." Sabrina glanced at me with annoyance. "Does a lowly Beta like you need to tell the Alpha how to do his job? Who do you think you are?"

"Where is Mila? She's supposed to crown the heir with you, using the wolf fang crown. Without her, what's going to happen to the ceremony? Doesn't she realize how important today is? She's making a mockery of our pack's honor." The Elder running the show could not hide his irritation. Malcolm pulled out his phone and tried Mila's number again. "Mila's not one to bail. Something must've held her up. I'll try her again. Just give us a moment." "If she's not here by now, she might as well not show up at all." The old Luna's face turned to stone as she clutched her scepter, and she glanced at Elaine, who had been by James's side the whole time. Then, she gave the Elder her final word.