Shadow Side Profile Sonic Novels & Stories

I slashed through the air, my blade raised. The shadows recoiled from my sword, but Leon was always there, his dark form shifting, moving, avoiding, countering. He was a ghost of the night, his power ever-changing. His shadow whipped out like a serpent, wrapping around Rion’s leg, pulling him off his feet. Before Rion could react, the shadow twisted violently, sending him crashing into the ground with a sickening thud. He groaned, his face contorted in pain, his ribs cracking under the impact.

He couldn't fathom how Sean, whom he had dismissed as insignificant considering his depleted strength, had managed to sneak up on him. Sean's grin widened, tinged with a chilling bloodlust, as he observed the Shadow Guardian's horrified expression. As he extended his right hand, a powerful buzzing sound reverberated, accompanied by sharp sonic waves. As the stinging sensation intensified in the Shadow Guardian's ears, he questioned, "What's this?" Before he could grasp the situation, the white light in Sean's palm ascended gradually, swirling like a miniature vortex, reminiscent of a rising sun. The immensely pure purifying power surged outward like ripples on water, its danger palpable to t

Diamond stuck her tongue out her human. Kydence being the Shadow Guard she is, she climbed down the tree and silently sat down next to her male. He had his eyes closed, Kydence watched for a few minutes, she couldn’t help but trace her fingertip along his scar from the middle of his forehead, it ran down his left eye to right below his left ear.

he demanded. A silhouette crossed his path, but nothing came up behind him—only two green orbs opened in the darkness, and he was met with a cold look and a smirk that could barely be discerned. Shawn gritted his teeth as he brought his sword to full draw, assuming a defensive stance, and aimed his blade at the shadowy figure.

While Bo has a shining white head free of even a single strand of hair and a short thin (mostly gray) facial hair and smells like golden spice. Gray is standing on the left side of a semicircle made up of him, Cordelia and Bo, with cordelia being in the middle, a few yards just ahead of us. Gray’s holding a long thick metal link chain in his hands, conversing with the two. Iselyn and I stop a few feet away, just close enough to alert them to our presence and hear the conversation.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

It was impossible for me. So I nodded and turned around. He was not going to influence me more than he already had. Not too long after my nonverbal response, I heard the ping sound of the elevator then the doors opened. Jax ushered me out, putting his damned hand once again on the small of my back. I could feel the spark through the clothes I was wearing and I couldn’t help the shiver that went through my entire body.

she said. Alarms went off in William's head and he pulled her close to his side while he scanned the trees for any sign of movement, since he apparently couldn't rely on his nose. “Can you tell which way it's coming from?” he asked, his eyes still on the trees and an arm in front of her protectively. “It's coming from over here,” a new voice said from behind them. William spun and found Sekhmet standing just inside the line of trees. He noted that; for some reason; he still couldn't smell him, even though he stood only a hundred yards away.

That’s all it’s ever needed to be. The gunfire keeps going around me but it’s background noise at this point. It always is. We’re getting control of it. I can feel the shift. Then I see him. He’s standing off to the side, separate from the others, and he’s watching. Not fighting, not retreating — watching. There’s a scar running the length of his face, old and thick, and the moment our eyes meet something in my chest goes very still. Andreas. Not here himself, but close enough to make the point.

He couldn't even get close to Flint, let alone drag him into his attack range. Ashton frowned and instantly made a bold decision. He abandoned his defense entirely and braced himself against Flint's Sonic Decimation. He dragged his battered body forward, pushing against the crushing shockwaves one step at a time toward Flint. The moment he dropped his guard, the sonic force sharpened into something lethal. It sliced through him like invisible blades, piercing straight through his body and leaving deep, brutal wounds in its wake. The razor-sharp energy carved deep gashes into his flesh, reaching the bone. In seconds, he was drenched in blood.