Shadow Tail Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

DAY 3 First attack. Lyra was feeding Baby Lyra. Kael was changing Rowan. The temperature dropped. Frost crawled up the window. “Kael,” Lyra whispered. The shadow formed in the corner. No face. Just Lord Virel’s coat. It didn’t speak. It reached for the crib. Kael moved. His sword sliced through it. Ash scattered. The shadow reformed by the door. “Get out,” Kael growled. The shadow tilted its head. Then vanished through the wall.

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

No contact. Just a shadow trailing another.

Confirmation that Xalara was unharmed, that Elaric Nox hadn't destroyed whatever made her uniquely herself despite claiming her through that mockery of a contract marriage. As predicted, shadow sentinels materialized along the roadway—dark figures seeming to congeal from the night itself rather than merely stepping from concealment. Their forms rippled with subtle violet energy that marked House Nox's elite border guard, shadow magic made manifest in humanoid shape that maintained just enough physical substance to intimidate without revealing actual combat capabilities. Cassian's carriage slowed to appropriate diplomatic halt, though he felt a petty urge to order his driver to continue forwa

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

Damien launched himself at the shadow, claws slashing, teeth bared. Zephyr followed, forming a silver-blue shield to protect them both. Yet the shadow was relentless, moving faster than they could strike, striking back with energy that cut through the trees like lightning. Elena’s mind reeled. How could she fight something she didn’t even understand? Her chest burned, twins writhing, wolf roaring, power surging — and through it all, the shadow’s voice whispered: “Give me what is mine. Your light cannot contain it.” Her hands flared, golden energy spiraling outward like a hurricane.

“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.

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

’ Samantha demanded but her wolf ignored her when Scarlet purred at the sight of Zack coming out of the darkened shrubbery. If Samantha was being honest with herself, Zack was extraordinary with his black hair and blue eyes. His peculiar complexion made him stand out from any of the other members of the Shadow Pack. Even though the Shadow Pack members usually have brunette hair and gray eyes, Samantha was an exception as well as Sebastian to their mundane coloring. Both of them were brunette but their eyes made them stand apart as the sacred Ultima. Their eyes were red like two garnets twinkling underneath the moonlight When Samantha looked at him who stood merely feet away, she was still sp