Shadow Sk8 Novels & Stories

’ Trish whispered desperate to leave, the place was making her uncomfortable. ‘Hold on, we can’t just go back without talking to anyone we need some answers. Just keep your cool I have some pepper spray in my pockets so don’t worry. Come on let’s look around.’ Connie said trying to sound brave but deep down, like Trish she was afraid. ‘Look around? Look around where in this darkness. Seriously if we are not out this instant I am going to leave you here alone.’ Trish said

“On your signal, Shadow Heir.” Eolan inhaled, the cold coiling in his chest. His shadow stretched unnaturally long across the snow, tendrils unfurling like smoke. “Now,” he whispered. The riders surged forward. Hooves thundered, steel flashed, and Eolan’s shadow stormed ahead—snaking around enemy legs, yanking men from their saddles, snuffing out torchlight in bursts of inky darkness. The mercenaries broke formation in panic. Eolan rode straight through their ranks, his blade finding gaps in armor, his shadow twisting into jagged spears that struck with lethal precision.

•|•|• In the Black Years, they came. When we were lost, and the Shadows mocked us. With them came light and hope. Tell me, how do we repay the heavens for sending their angels? •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] A strangled gasp tears from my throat as I fight for air, the feel of the cold hard ground beneath me as I stare up at the ceiling. Blurry faces peer down at me, paired by distant sounds speaking inaudibly above me. Hands immediately come to my aid as my vision slowly clears, and with it, the desperate voices of the company around me.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

I sigh, “Atticus, if you do something like that, the others might think badly of you. They don’t know that I have the mark, and I’ll be damned first before I tell them anything.” “Then I’ll do it inconspicuously,” he insists. “Please, Lunaris. Just until you turn 18, I just want to show you my sincerity. And when the time comes, the decision will be yours to make.” There was no way that I was staying in the pack because I have another secret that I intended to keep. And a secret that no one must know because whether his declaration of his feelings is real or not, it will never change the fact that I am the black cat from the prophecy.

The thirty Black Hawks were lined up like a silent funeral procession, their rotors still radiating a shimmering heat haze that smelled of burnt fuel and desperation. Skylar stood at the base of the boarding ramp, her bare feet numb against the freezing steel. She pulled Sebastian’s trench coat tighter around her, the collar turned up to hide the fresh, dark bruises Landon had branded onto her neck. The wind whipped the heavy fabric around her legs, snapping like a black flag that refused to be lowered in surrender. The bite mark on her thigh throbbed—a rhythmic, searing ache that felt as though Landon’s teeth were still sinking into her skin with every step she took.

Psycho didn’t have much to share with them, but he did tell them about two things. The first was that Dark Shadow’s skillset comprised of many powerful moves, but the most useful was Dark Fear. This was because while it was not as impressive as the other skills that he had heard his captains boasting about, it paired well with Dark Shadow’s abilities. Not only could it force weaker Undead into submission – which at certain times was eternal – it could cause beastmen to falter, regardless of their mental strength and will. As long as one’s star energy was weaker, one was susceptible. This was one of the reasons why Razor had been picked to face her in direct combat. Kylie was a 2 Star and Phi

It wasn't a house, it seemed more like an abandoned building that had a once in two weeks cleaner. But once we slipped those wrist bands on and passed through the metal door... It was a while different vibe. It smelled like weed and vape and cocktails all at once. Disco lights. Bodies. Half naked bodies. Fully nude dancers. It looked like sooner or later a fight would occur and the police would come and drag our asses out of here. I was still in a daze when someone crashed into me, her drink splashing straight onto my shirt. “Shit.” I looked down at myself, then back up at her. She looked genuinely guilty.