Shadow Of Night Novels & Stories

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

The forest itself seemed to bend toward her, leaves shivering, shadows bowing. Circe’s lips curved into a smile, cold and sharp. “Yes, shine brighter, little queen. The brighter the flame, the deeper the shadow it casts.” Behind her, the darkness shifted. Not wolves, not lycans, but creatures loyal only to her—shades that thrived on fear, unseen by mortal eyes. They hissed and slithered like smoke, feeding on the energy of the night.

But if she were right… She had taken it into her own hands and began researching shadow magic in her town’s library, trying to find any information she could to see if what she was suspicious of could be true. Her research was running thin. Most information on the Shadow pack was useless; they were all practically savages and thrived off of chaos. What she was looking for had to be from Nighttide; she needed information from, but she couldn’t find anything yet. Scouring the online database for any form of information that could help her, she came up short. Nighttide was known for being extra secretive and protective; all that was known about them was that their army and warriors were mighty,

The deep blue bioluminescence pumped through the veins in the ice, casting long, eerie shadows across the cavern. Directly beneath the heart, the circular pool of necrotic black sludge remained perfectly still. And standing guard around it, the four faceless Shadow Wraiths floated inches above the ground, their wicked obsidian scythes gleaming in the blue light. They hadn't looked up. They had no reason to. No one in the history of the Northern Shadows had ever been foolish enough to try and free-climb the True King’s engine room in a torn silk nightgown.

I have also learned how they refer to each other. A person named Night is a twilight lyceum; this means protectors of the twilight and carries the virus to create other lyceums. Chanco means protectors of the night. The twilight is what they call the shadow realm. The shadow realm is the term given to the plane between day and night; it is a world within itself. The only way I can explain it is a dimension just outside of our reality.

The night before the Council demonstration, I could not sleep. I stood on our private balcony, watching moonlight paint the mountains silver, feeling the weight of tomorrow pressing down like a physical thing. Tomorrow, we would stand before thirteen Alphas and prove that Shadowborn deserved to exist. That we were not weapons or monsters, but bridges between old magic and new law. Tomorrow, we will either secure our future or watch everything crumble. Warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "You are thinking too loud again," Draven murmured against my ear, pulling me back against his chest. "I can feel your anxiety through the bond from three rooms away."

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

It’s against everything fate has tried to impose upon us. Dorian notices. The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For a second, uncertainty clouds his gaze—and that’s all I need to believe that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Shadow whispers, his voice deeper, darker, like a lament, as if everything he’s endured has prepared him for this moment. He moves swiftly—faster than I expected—and confronts Dorian. The energy surrounding Shadow explodes in a burst of light and darkness that seems to fracture reality itself.

Liam Nightshade as a vampire he is naturally dark, mysterious and brooding. Even still he is also closed off and secretive from years of being an outcast among his people. Vampires have changed a lot over the last century. They no longer have to go out in the night and hunt humans to feed themselves nor do they have to keep humans locked away in their dwellings as a prolonged food source. Now vampires, though still hiding from the public eye, have a deal with most of the local blood banks. A small portion of all blood donations each month are given to the vampire seethe they have a contract with. Most seethes also have a deal with local hospitals where anyone who dies of natural causes has a

The moonlight filtered through the canopy in broken fragments, casting shifting shadows that twisted unnaturally along the ground. The Noctari’s domain. I slowed slightly, my senses sharpening further. “Stay alert,” I warned. “They use the shadows. Don’t trust what you see.” “Yes, Alpha.” But my focus wasn’t on them. It was on her. Anger burned through me with every step. What was she thinking? Did she have any idea what was out here tonight? Did she think this was a joke? Branches snapped underfoot as we plunged into darkness. The moonlight fractured through the canopy, casting shadows that twisted unnaturally along the ground.