Shadow Singer Novels & Stories

Ethan Silvermoon is the second son of Alpha Raymond Silvermoon alpha of the spirit mountain pack in Nevada. For generations the spirit mountain pack has put their main focus on being the strongest pack in the country. It has become tradition that the alpha rules with an iron fist. Frequent and grueling training sessions were required for all packs members starting at age 5. The training started out easy focusing on defensive and conditioning techniques. The training would steadily become more difficult with each passing year. On top of everything else only behavior that the alpha deemed acceptable was allowed, there was no drama allowed and anyone who made a scene or did anything the alpha s

The girl carefully takes my hand and shakes it. "S-so... you love a police officer?" "Nice isn't it? How amazing is it for illegal shadows and emergency sirens to mix together?"

"Focus. Stay rooted. Predict its next move." She adjusted her stance, her feet shifting to maintain her balance as the shadow loomed over her. Each clash of their blades sent vibrations up her arms, but she stood her ground, her strikes growing more confident with each passing moment. The shadow swung high, and Bella swiftly ducked, using the momentum to spin and strike at its side. Her blade connected, causing the shadow to stagger, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! That's it! Use its aggression against it!"

As she walked on that lonely path, a van pulled behind her, and grabbed her into the van, placing a handkerchief over her mouth. “Help,” she screamed and struggled as her voice faded and strength faded. Standing before her was a beam of intense light let down by an opening on the roof. She could barely see through the light as she opened her eyes, the room was quiet and there was no trace of anyone “Who is there?” she yelled but her voice echoed. “Let me go, somebody help me. Is anyone there,” she kept screaming. “Hello Lisa,” a familiar feminine voice called out softly. She could hardly see the person's face, all she saw was the shadow cast by the light.

Amidst this flurry of activity, one figure stood out, emanating an aura of sheer elegance and grace. Natasha, resplendent in her Santiago masterpiece slitted dress, adorned with intricate crystal embellishments and delicate rosettes, became the embodiment of allure. As she glided across the stage, her every movement commanded attention, leaving an unforgettable imprint on the minds of the spectators. With every gaze fixed upon her, she effortlessly stole the spotlight, captivating hearts and minds alike.

He held Ethan’s hand and placed the knife in his palm. “Are you crazy?” Ethan snarled, stepping back and dropping the knife on the floor. “I can’t even imagine Izobel running away to Antarctica.” “Nolan?” Dad turned to him. He shook his head. “She took me by surprise, but I will never hurt Amber.” He raised his head, meeting Amber’s eyes. “We knew you’re a vampire, but you scared the hell out of me when you turned into a wolf,” He narrowed his eyes, turning to Ethan. “Is this why you’re asking me about The Sky Guardian and The Lightning Shadow?”

A cloaked figure was sitting alone in the back of the local pub, if you could call it that. His eyes were silver, and immediate giveaway that he was a Schatten and Viktor sensed his desperation. He was ripe for the picking and he knew it wouldn't take much to take advantage of this lonely sapling wallowing in his despair. Viktor approached with two mugs of watered down beer, knowing that the alcohol wouldn't impair this Schatten but it would be a friendly jester.

Curious, he entered to discover a young woman dusting the sofas. Having just completed her cleaning duties, Caitlin decided to give the sofas one final dusting. Mesmerized by her singing, Kane stood there listening attentively, almost as if he were under a spell. With a smile on his face, he approached her slowly, eager to catch a glimpse of the mysterious woman with such an angelic voice. Startled, Caitlin noticed a shadow looming over her and turned around. They found themselves face to face, and the smile vanished from Kane's face as he immediately recognized her.

“But they’ll break. Everyone has a limit.” The deep voice responded, dripping with disdain. “If you can’t handle them, we’ll find someone who can. The Consortium doesn’t tolerate failure.” Sophie’s heart raced as she strained to identify the speaker. Ethan’s voice interrupted her thoughts. “I’ve tapped into the room’s security feed. I’m patching it through now.” On their concealed devices, the video feed revealed the shadowy figure from the earlier message. He was seated at the head of the table, his face partially obscured, but his aura of authority was unmistakable.

Chapter 1 I Tampered With My Rival’s Costume Because I Wanted To See Her Break The bass throbs through the walls of Eclipse like a second heartbeat as I stand backstage, adjusting the black silk veil that covers everything except my eyes and forehead. This veil is my signature. My armor. No one knows what I really look like. They only know “Shadow” — the mysterious dancer who makes men empty their wallets and beg for more. I make more money than almost every girl here.