Shadow's Turnt To Light Novels & Stories

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

Their light blazes brighter, searing the Shadow’s grip from Silas. He drops, gasping. “Mom—?” *“Finish it,”* Zara whispers, her voice fading. --- **The Purification** Selene staggers to her brother’s side. “Together!” They clasp hands, their combined light enveloping the heart. The Shadow shrieks as the corruption purges, his form unraveling into smoke. *“This is not over!”* he howls, vanishing into the remnants of his realm. The heart floats cleansed, its light restored—but Silas collapses, his scar glowing faintly.

It shifted from shadow to flesh to shadow again. The cloaked figure stood behind the shadow that was trying to crawl toward its target. With its free hand, the figure pushed back the hood of its cloak. Marx saw the face of the woman; solid, then shadow, then solid again. She lifted the shadow to face her, the thing hissing threats. She opened her mouth to show the same wispy columns of white teeth, her face turning partly insubstantial. From the shadow’s mouth, a silvery light appeared. It passed from the shadow to the woman. She released it and it broke apart into nothing.

THE MASSIVE TURNAROUND Ryan lay on his bed, his mind racing with thoughts. He couldn't believe what he had just heard from Mrs. Williams. It was as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He was finally free from the shackles of the Williams family. Ryan lay on his bed with a smile on his face. He was happy about the conversation he had just had with Mrs Williams. He felt like he was out of the prison he had been put in. Now, all he needed to do was wait for a day or two before he told them that he had gotten a new job.

The Ferals howled in unison, their bodies beginning to shift and twitch. Now came the most dangerous part. I stepped toward the nearest Feral, Shadow, my little protector, and placed my bleeding hand on his head. "Return to the light," I commanded. "Remember who you were." Shadow's body convulsed, fur rippling as the magic took hold. Before my eyes, his form began to change, not to human, but to a normal wolf. The feral madness drained from his eyes, replaced by clear intelligence. He looked up at me and bowed his head in submission.

“She told me that I would want to give up. That others would try to dim the light in me. That I’d be called names. ‘Shadow. Curse. Ghost.’ She said all of that. As if she knew.” Ryker didn’t move, barely breathed. Trixie lifted her eyes. “But she said, ‘You are not a shadow. You are not my ghost. You are my dawn. My blood. The fire they’ll never tame.’” Her lips trembled. “And then she kissed my forehead. She bled on my ribbon. And she whispered, ‘Wait for the light. Be the light, if it never comes.’” Tears slid down her cheeks. “And then she was gone.”

The nearest shadow creature stopped. Its red eyes, which had been fixed on a warrior twenty feet ahead of it, rotated slowly toward me. Not with the mindless hunger of a moment ago. With something that wasn’t quite intelligence but was something — attention, recognition, the response of dark magic encountering its natural opposite and finding the opposite stronger. Turn, I said. Not out loud. In the frequency I’d found. Turn and serve the power that can’t be unmade by yours. The shadow creature turned. And lunged at the nearest witch.

“Because ya never know when the tickle monster may take him over.” The three pup’s eyes went wide and looked up at Shadow who was pretending to fight being taken over by the tickle monster. “Run, pups, run.” He feigned falling on the floor. “We protect you sissy!” Rebel and Ryder yelled and pounced on Shadow shifting into their wolf form and started nipping at him.

The three silently watched as the once-living flesh turned into fine dust. “Meet me at the council next evening, Ssazzul, announce the message, you will be our herald.” The meeting is necessary. I will spread the word as soon as possible. - Shadof went to the shadow pin to turn it off. The vampire looked closely into the eyes of the Werewolf. Alud nodded to him. A deaf click, from the turned off artifact of the shadows. A light breeze ran through the coat of the werewolf, gradually weakening and leaving along the alley.

A faint smile appeared on the Shadow King's lips as he said, "Last night, I pondered and thought. Since you can absorb the power of the Shadow Men and transform it into the power of light, then I won't confront you directly. I'll use this octopus' tentacles to strangle you alive!" As soon as he finished speaking, Wilbur felt a huge force coming from the octopus' tentacle. The tentacle, like a snake's body, tightened more and more. Wilbur reached out his hand, but the tentacle was extremely slippery and impossible to grip. Seeing the tentacle tightening more and more, Wilbur's anger was instantly ignited. Wilbur extended his hand, and his spiritual energy condensed into a thunder cleaver. The