Shadow Of Night 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.*

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

Everything waited for midnight three nights from now. Then the baby’s Lunaris echo flared violently from camp. The pulse hit me hard like a blow to the chest. Silver light surged across the distance sharp and urgent. It screamed a warning straight into my blood. My head snapped toward camp. “The echo.” Before I could say more the air tore open across the northern border. Shadow portals ripped wide black tears in the night. Violet light spilled out. Dozens at first then hundreds. Shadow wolves poured through in waves, their fur dark and their eyes glowing the same sickly color as Nyra’s power.

My heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was about to introduce me. "Today, our Nightwalkers pack welcomes a new member, Zoe Ernest. Let us welcome Miss Ernest to the stage," his powerful voice resonated throughout the hall. My steps were quick, despite my legs feeling weak. All eyes in the room, including his, were fixed on me, intensifying my nerves. Standing at the podium, I deliberately avoided looking in his direction. Alpha Alis draped a cloak symbolizing the Nightwalkers pack over my shoulders, embroidered with the emblem resembling both a crescent moon and a sickle. I softly thanked Alpha Alis and then bowed to the audience as Aunt Mary had instructed. Amid the warm applause, I swift

The idea of Willow resenting him was too much to bear, so Roy avoided her. With Willow out of his life, Roy carried on with life as usual, living in privilege and success. Still, deep down, he could not shake an ever-growing void. One windy night, Roy had to be taken home after a night of heavy drinking. In a dreamlike state, he saw Willow standing by the window. She wore her usual silk slip, the hem ending just above her knees. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her legs were long and fair against the fabric.

Navigating the dark woods in the pouring rain was far from easy but Wade had every emotion in the fabric of his being keeping him going. Another source of light appeared at the far end. It was an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. Wade had a feeling that he had arrived. He stopped the car in the dark and abandoned it. Other than the light inside, there was nothing about the cabin that gave a hint that it wasn't completely abandoned. Wade stepped out of the car and blended into the darkness. His body shivered the moment the cold drops of rain touched his skin. He wasn't equipped to deal with it, nor did he care about it. All he could think of was Cody’s loyalty, Freddie’s motor mouth a

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."