Shadow Spin Dash Novels & Stories

"He was right here, I swear, he was—" They found him thirty feet away in the parking structure adjacent to the mall — crouched beside the most beautiful, most expensive, most catastrophically black vehicle Sloane had ever seen in her life. A Rolls-Royce Phantom. So polished it reflected the parking garage fluorescents like a mirror. Dash was decorating it. Carefully. Lovingly. With the blue marker. A swirling, elaborate pattern across the rear panel that was — objectively, heartbreakingly — kind of impressive for a three-year-old.

She closed her eyes, reciting words that seemed to resonate with an ancient power: "When the forest weeps and darkness nears, Two souls shall meet across the years. One born of shadow, one of light, Together they'll set the future right. The Shadow's strength, the Flame's bright light, United they'll stand against the night. In balance found, new hope takes flight, As dusk and dawn at last unite." Asha's eyes opened, fixing me with an intense stare. "You, my dear, are the Light spoken of in the prophecy. And Kai," she said, turning to him, "you are the Shadow." My mind reeled, struggling to process the weight of Asha's words. I looked at Kai, seeing the same mix of confusion and, somehow, th

I could hear their whispers, I could sense their fear, but I had to ignore it, I couldn’t afford to look at their scared faces right now. I slid over into the driver's seat, taking a deep breath before turning the key in the ignition. The engine roared to life. "Keep your heads down," I repeated, the engine rumbling beneath us. “Yes,” came their muffled replies. The small sound of their unified voices almost broke me. I blinked back tears and put the car in gear, easing it slowly and forward, closer to where Dr. Collins and Gabrie were standing. Dr. Collins on hearing the sound, pretensiously stared straight ahead, avoiding eye contact.

This absence of allegiance seemed appropriate for a space intended to transcend the divisions that had brought them to this precipice. The Shadow Knight arrived first, his transformed essence maintaining controlled manifestation despite the temptation toward intimidating display. Midnight armour flowed around bone framework with deliberate restraint as constellation patterns shifted within his form. The forgotten souls integrated within his transformed substance remained vigilant but composed, their collective determination tempered by cosmic awareness regarding the significance of this unexpected parley.

Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .

Closing my eyes I try to focus on turning into her. “Come on” I beg taking a peak I realize I’m catching up to the van “Please please please I need you” I whisper. “Shadow needs you” I plead squeezing the steering wheel Feeling myself getting weak I desperately try to keep my grip on the wheel so we don’t crash. Seeing splotches of black in my eyesight I start to smile 'Thank you' I quietly say before everything goes black Obsidian POV: Finally Getting a grip on the steering wheel I swerve the car into the last lane so it's directly behind the van.

I quickly turn around towards Teyana, using my claws to cut through the zip tie. “SINCERE!” She shouts, her vision leading behind me. As soon as I turn around I feel a cold metal pushing into me, ripping through my insides. He twists and slides it immediately, to inflict more pain. My mouth fills with blood before it splurts out and onto the dark shield of his mask. My thoughts darken.

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."

The wind was making her hair flying around as it slapped across her face. She was breathing hard when the wind was too strong for her to protect her face from the debris that was flying when the helicopter blades were buzzing her ears as Marina was closing her eyes. She did not know who was coming from the helicopter as her blood loss was making her dizzy right now. “We got you now. You will be safe,” the shadow said as Marina was closing her eyes. Then, all of sudden from the blood loss as well as the wind that was blaring her eyes, Marina could not keep her eyes open and the last thing she knew, she was claimed by the darkness.

Some made the sign of warding with their fingers, whispering as she left the room. “That’s the cursed one,” she heard one murmur. “The girl who brought the storm.” By seventeen, she had learned not to speak unless asked. She moved like smoke and silence—present, but never welcome. That was the year she broke a boy’s nose during combat drills. She hadn’t meant to, not really. But when he leaned close and muttered Shadowspawn in her ear, something hot and primal took her over. The crunch of bone. The smear of blood. The sudden silence.