Shadow Rider Series Novels & Stories

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."

Within a matter of seconds the crowd had dispersed leaving Hunter Devin and I alone in silence. Devin’s hands were still balled up into fists and his teeth clenched, he looked up at me with anger written across his features. “Devin, let me explain.” I said slowly testing the waters, “By all means.” He muttered angrily. “If you haven’t figured by now, I’m not exactly a normal wolf.” His nodded, albeit begrudgingly “Have you ever heard the story of the Shadow wolf?” he nodded again, with confusion maring his features. “Well, long story short… I am the Shadow wolf.” His eyes widened as he thought about it but narrowed them before speaking, “How is that possible?” I sighed before explaining the

A rewrite? She turned back to Aurex. “What is the Shadow?” Aurex's form trembled slightly, glitches flashing across his frame. “It was once a safeguard. Now it’s a parasite. It was born from your world’s need to control the flame—born to mirror the Inverted. But it has no host. It mimics. It consumes. And now, it’s found a spark worth devouring.” “You mean me,” she said coldly. “No. Not just you.”

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

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.

Arthur sighed for he was wondering himself of this question. Why he, Arthur Adamos, was waiting for the right time to claim his mate, Diana Marchand as if there will be something coming their way to separate them? Perhaps there was an obstacle. Her brother, Xavier, was the Beta of the Shadow Pack and Arthur doesn't want any trouble with him. Xavier can be scary if his sister was in threat. Arthur shook that question away before there was a commotion and a crowd was drawing up as he was approaching the incident. He saw the warriors that were on duty that night before he shifted to his human form before walking into the crime scene.

Then the ground collapses. Not literally, but the sand fractures like a mirror. It opens at my feet and tendrils of the shadow claw up, wrapping around ankles, wrists, throats. They pull like they’re pulling into an ocean of night. One by one, fighters stumble. Shouts turn to curses and then to pained howls. A wolf close by, a young male Sylvian fighter, tries to scream. The shadow slides up his throat and he stops, eyes glazing until he falls forward like a marionette on rotten strings. The shadow drinks.

The moment Lucian arrived, the little shadow flattened itself against the stone, trying and spectacularly failing to look invisible. Lucian followed my gaze. Silence stretched between us. The shadow appeared to be nervous. Lucian stared at it, and the shadow stared back. Then, to my complete disbelief, the shadow slowly crept behind me, using me as a human shield. I looked between them. "What is happening?" Lucian looked equally confused, which was not reassuring. The Shadow Heir was not supposed to look confused about shadows. "They don't usually do this," he said quietly. I frowned. "What do you mean?"

Kessler's POV I looked around and realized that everywhere was still dark, so I looked around trying to figure out where I was, but all to no avail. "Where am I?" I shouted when I suddenly fell into a hole and my eyes opened to White Walls and different machines beeping around me. At first, it was blurry so I closed my eyes for a few minutes before I tried to open it again and realized I was still in the same place. The sunlight from the window prevented me from seeing clearly, so I moved my body a little to the left side and saw Seth sitting closer to me...

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over campus, Charlie, Maya, Ethan, and Liam gathered in their secret hiding place, the old abandoned hedge garden behind the science building. The air was thick with anticipation; they had been waiting for this moment for weeks. The four friends had been diligently gathering information about the plot against the werewolf king, and now they were ready to share their findings with Jessica.