Shadow Of War Shadow Wars Novels & Stories

I plead, and she looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation, but when she doesn’t, she drops my hands and moves away. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” My excitement is swiftly wiped away by her next words. “The shadow god is an abomination. He was never supposed to be born. He’s the product of an unholy ritual, an anomaly.”

We needed to do something about him and fast, but first we had to prepare the attack, because the moment word got out that Austin was out of the picture, the rogues would surely attack. Back to reality then, I guess. I sighed internally. ‘Soon my dear, we will overcome this and reality will put a smile on your face.’ Shadow comforted and I smiled to myself. I excused myself and walked to my room to have a shower, still deep in thought about the inevitable war that would soon be upon us. We needed to either be prepared to attack or to be attacked and at this stage I haven’t decided which option is better.

She had added. "What are shadow warriors?" Anthony asked, getting up too from the sofa. "Creatures conjured up by a powerful mage. They have no substance. They are like vampires when they turn to mist. Small molecules, vapor, air. Even water. Dust. Whatever is around to form the particles is used. But they are dead. Already dead. They can't be killed." Esther replied, her voice coated with disbelief. She had read of them, but never thought that they had existed. They were in deep shit.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

But when I open them again and look towards where he is, I still see black leather wings and crimson eyes. His fighting is even more impressive than what I’ve seen in Sahara’s gladiator ring. When the shadow aims some kind of power, he flies back, flips, and lunges at what I assume is its head. He flaps his wings, pushing the shadow back and aims his sword over it, cutting through it. He twirls again and piercing the center of the shadow over and over again until the shadow fractures and shatters into a million pieces. As soon as that happens, the fog fades, and the dark monster disappears, leaving the shadows of the true darkness behind.

It's rare that the Shadows get this kind of interaction with the council, they normally keep pretty much to themselves. A male wolf shifter named Shane who is considered our “general” if you’re comparing ranks to a human army, steps forward. He looks like a massive GI Joe come to life but he has a soft side once you get to know him. I note his witch mate Maya, who hardly ever comes to headquarters.

Conan could only laugh at them as he had become Shadow's favorite when they were alone. Shadow turned her gaze and her eyes rounded like a ball. Her senses were tingling. WIIIIIING~ WIIIIIIING~ An emergency alarm went out throughout the battleground. The enemy had made a move. They had moved their soldiers to the frontline. Conan was seen to clench his chest while Shadow… was… having a fiest. “This is happening. This is happening. HAHAHAHAHAHA.” Her yellow orbs glitched excitedly. “The war is happening!!! HAHAHAHAHAA. SO EXCITED!” Without looking at Conan, Shadow fled from the scene.

Shadow Warriors are elite fighters-larger and stronger than humans. They're the polar opposite of hell's spawn because they think and strategize, making them a more formidable enemy. Because of fear, bigotry, and thinking the Shadow Warriors might overthrow the new government, the Federation almost started another war when the threat of the hellhounds receded. Thanks to the government's screw up, I have this nice advancement in office and I'm on a mad dash to repair relations with the good monsters. It's basically a suicide mission.

We don’t have many choices left, but if we’re going to fight—for us—there’s no other way. “Are you ready for this?” Shadow asks, his voice soft, but there’s a tautness in it, a wire stretched too tight. It’s strange, how even now, when everything teeters on the edge, he still worries about me. Despite the war looming ahead, he still tries to shield me.

“Divided, just as expected. Caleb tried to reason with him, begging him to hold back. Mykos and Lady Eliana sided with him. But Edrick and Erion are already mine, and together, we drowned their voices. I made sure to remind Rowland of Drago’s death and how weak he’s looked ever since. That was enough to do it. His pride couldn’t take any more.” The Shadow tilted his head slightly. “And he declared war?” I nodded once. “Moonlit is now officially at war with Pine Shadows.” The Shadow said nothing for a while, then his ghostly form slowly rose from the chair. Even that simple motion seemed unnatural…silent, and fluid, almost like he was just made of only the smoke and had no other physical form