Shadow Of Night Novels & Stories

The god Night placed his hand on my shoulder in the midst of the battle, and for the first time, my shadows didn’t hurt. They obeyed. Not to him, to me. “Cut the root,” Night said. I plunged into the creature’s chest. It was like entering a well full of mouths. Dead voices screamed my name. I saw Hall laughing. I saw Giselle crying. I saw Marcus falling. I saw Dinora. I saw all the innocents used by the cult. I saw the first root of the shadowy forest, black, twisted, and embedded in a door opening onto a hungry void.

The first wave of shadowy figures descended upon them, their forms shifting and undulating. Luna unleashed a powerful burst of magic, her energy illuminating the darkness. The shadowy figures recoiled, their forms dissipating under the force of her attack. Asher, beside her, transformed into his werewolf form, his claws slashing through the air with precision. The battle intensified as more shadowy figures emerged from the depths of the structure. Their movements were eerily fluid, making them difficult to predict and counter. Luna’s allies fought bravely, their skills honed from months of training. Jarek, the seasoned warrior, moved with the grace of a predator, his blade cutting through th

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

Shadows danced, elongating and twisting, as if mocking our every step. Suddenly, the forest fell into an eerie silence. The rustle of leaves ceased, and the wind died down. The Nightshade materialized before us, its towering form wreathed in darkness. Its eyes burned with an unnatural intensity, piercing through the gloom. "You dare challenge me?" it sneered, its voice a haunting melody that sent chills down our spines. "You may have rallied your feeble forces, but you cannot comprehend the depths of my power." Malachi stepped forward, his eyes locked with the Nightshade's. "We may be mere mortals, but our determination and love for Silverwood will not waver in the face of your darkness. We

They moved as one, a synchronized force of determination, never wavering in the face of adversity. Finally, after countless trials, Luna and her pack reached the heart of the encroaching darkness. There, amidst a vortex of swirling shadows, stood the embodiment of the impending threat—a colossal creature of nightmarish proportions, the Primordial Shadow. The Primordial Shadow roared with a thunderous intensity, its black form pulsating with dark energy. Its voice resonated in Luna's mind, a chilling symphony of despair. Primordial Shadow: Luna, you and your feeble pack dare to challenge me? You cannot comprehend the power I possess. I am the harbinger of eternal night, and your light shall b

Six weeks of restless nights and distracted days had created space for uncomfortable introspection he typically avoided through focused attention on house responsibilities and political obligations. The carriage entered the final approach to Shadoweave fortress, passing between massive obsidian columns etched with shadow-script that seemed to move subtly when viewed from the corner of one's eye. House Nox's ancestral seat made their embassy in Noctis Lumen seem positively welcoming by comparison—the fortress projected power without concern for visitor comfort or diplomatic accessibility.

He is weakening, I need to get to him immediately. “We have been saying it for some time, and now, it is finally, absolutely true!” Yukon’s voice tears through the night and he raises his alcohol canteen up into the air, spilling a few drops onto his hair and body. “This is the age of the Shadow Prowlers!’ The rogues howl, lifting their heads in unison to the moon. Shit. My eyes slowly trail up to the space above me and I see the glowing orb reaches its highest peak. It is a full moon tonight.

When we all retreated from the town and headed back to the mansion we got dressed immediately and noted down everything we saw and even drew a map of the town the way we saw it. "So, there couldn't be anymore than maybe 150 vampires and that's being generous. There were definitely a few witches in there. We need to take them out first I think, because they can do things without touching us. They can use their powers from a distance away." Tobias explained. "The Shadow witch will be the hardest one to kill." Parker says. And everyone looks at me. "Yeah. I already know that she's mine." I say. "Alright. Now we need to wait for the others and come up with a game plan." Carter says.

It worked on a few of the younger Toten, but not for Anders. The Schatten were able to pick off about ten of the Toten as they backed away from the castle heading towards the river. They took one into custody and placed him in a circle of containment, where he could not shift into his shadow form. The Toten didn't have real Schatten forms; their shadows were weaker and more visible to the human eye. The fighting continued for hours, as each side gained some ground. Daan cast that one of the security guards went down; lost his head. Literally!

What I wouldn’t give to have enhanced eyesight in this moment. There was a crack on my left, and then another to the front. Another then another. “Who’s there, I call out into the darkness.” My eyes slowly adjusting, I can just make out the outline of the trees and shrubbery. It didn’t help that any moonlight was blocked out by the tree canopy over head. Only allowing the smallest beams through the thick branches.