Shadow Spin Dash Novels & Stories

"We follow the Shadow-Tether. Dante is the beacon now. If they take him to the Spire, then we’re taking the fight to the front door." "You're talking about a suicide run," Jago muttered, but I saw the familiar, lethal glint in his eyes. He wasn't arguing; he was recalibrating. "The Spire has 'Zero-Point' shields, Zora. Even your wings can't cut through a planetary-grade barrier." "I don't need to cut it," I whispered, watching the Dreadnought disappear into the shimmering, artificial clouds of the upper district. "I’m a Vane. I have the keys. I just need to get close enough to turn the lock."

It takes me a moment, but as we propel forward he tells me, “lean into the turn, Loyalty” I lean in a little too hard and we end up spinning around in a circle until the engine stalls out, and we finally come to a stop. I start laughing, and Spin shakes his head at me. “Alright, start it back up and when we need to turn, lean into it slowly”!

Spinning around, he saw no one, but a sharp pain in his back sent his world spinning into darkness. Unnoticed in the chaos, Prince Nicholas's forces were slowly but systematically taken down by the Shadow Troops, who attacked them from behind. The Shadow Troops, shrouded in the dimming light, aligned themselves stealthily behind the Humvees. Their mission was clear: ignite these expensive vehicles, transforming them into a fiery barricade that would thwart any attempt at escape by the enemy. Their movements were precise and coordinated as they simultaneously hacked the ten Humvees.

Mira drove like she had nowhere to be. This was the thing that made her dangerous — she wasn't racing. She was managing. Every move she made was position not pace, working through the field with the patient deliberateness of someone who had a specific destination in mind and wasn't interested in anything that wasn't on the way to it. Her destination was Audrey. The Nightshade car — number eleven, exactly as Raphael had said — was drifting toward Audrey's line in small increments by sector two. Each one individually defensible, collectively a push toward the left side of the road where the runoff narrowed toward the cliff edge section.

"This is just absurd. Our company provides a full set of clothing to the students we sponsor every year, including underwear. It's all part of our charity work. Do you need me to pull up the company's purchase records to prove it? "Also, about this supposed 'hush money' you keep mentioning, take a good look. The money came from the Jones Group Charity Foundation. "Ms. Lewis, enlighten me, what kind of criminal would use a company's charity account to send 'hush money'?"

“Sorry miss, it’s been a busy morning. Have a seat and I will see if Mr. Kilian is ready for you.” “Thank you.” Maddison said as she turned and headed to the seat the lady pointed to. Daltton Corp was eloquently designed. The furnishings were equal to that of royalty, but you felt warm when you entered and had a feeling of peacefulness and calm. Just then, the elevator doors opened, and Philip peeked out. “Thanks Nora, I will take it from here. Maddison come with me.” “No problem, Mr. Philip.” Nora replied with a smile.

Silas said rubbing the back of his neck. “And your father is right.” A deep voice spoke. “Whoa!” Silas and Marco said leaning their heads back to look up at the 7 foot 4, 400 lb. wall of muscle smirking down at them. “I’m Royal Delta General Shadow Collins; this is my mate Royal Delta General Jennifer Collins.” He introduced himself and his mate. “Hi, I’m Royal Beta Jyden Hunt.” He greeted them. “Those two over there are the Shadow Twins, Spyder and Spencer Collins, Delta Warriors, and part of the Queens Royal Guards.”

The urge to spin was eating me, but I had to keep my calm. Marc excused himself through the kitchen door, probably to meet Martha. Before I could say anything, one of the waitresses came and smiled happily towards us, “Ordering?” I looked down at the menu and to be honest, I wasn't famished so I looked at the drinks sections and had to admit the names were so cute I just had to ask, “Oh what's the Fabulous Fiona”?" “Oh that contains peach and passion fruit,” she smiled, “And what about you, Mr. Novak? You should try the Hot-Shot' would more than likely suit you.”