Shadow Tail Novels & Stories

started to pull itself out of the earth. Back in the Archive, the shadow had a shape now. It was a wolf the size of a building, with eyes like dying stars. It didn't have fur: it was made of swirling smoke and corrupted silver. “Faith Nightshade,” the shadow whispered. The voice didn't come from a mouth; it came from inside Faith’s own head. “You have the Key. You have the scent of the man who put me in this cage.” “My father didn't cage you to be cruel,” Faith said, her voice trembling but brave. He caged you because you were destroying everything!

“They are fragments—reflections of the rewritten fate. They can wound, but they cannot kill unless you let them anchor!” “Anchor?!” Lysandra coughed, flames spilling from her hands in ragged bursts. “How the hell do we stop that?” “Cut their ties!” the Seer cried. “Strike not at their bodies—but their shadows!” Kael glanced down mid-swing, and his eyes widened. Each creature’s form cast an unnatural shadow against the ground, jagged and too long, stretching toward the pendant at Mia’s chest. Snarling, he drove his greatsword not into the echo’s head, but into its shadow. The blade sank like steel into water—then the creature screamed, its body unraveling into smoke before vanishing entirely.

Yet,his eyes yearned for one particular person,Natasha. However, in a sudden and captivating turn of events,Rex attention was seized by a group of photographers hastening towards an opulent black Porsche 911 Carrera 4s Coupe. Curiosity piqued ,Rex wondered who could be commanding such attention. And there in that electrifying moment,his eyes beheld Natasha radiating in a breathtaking ensemble. She wore a stunning short dress,adorned with an optical illusion sheer top intricately embroidered to tastefully cover her chest area. The dress further boasted figure flattering midriff cut outs accentuated by cascading red feathers delicately around her waist. Completing the ensemble, Natasha donn

Orange Street lights illuminated the bellies of the grey clouds that hung above and in the distance were the lit signs of stores and restaurants. Chloe didn’t recognise the place but something in the back of her mind told her this was a human settlement of some kind. It wasn’t in the same state but was also close enough to share the same kind of weather. The shadows circled around her legs, rubbing their pitch black pelts over Chloe’s naked skin. The fur was as cold as ice but as soft as silk and it tickled her fingers as she Idly reached out to touch them. It were the shadows that coaxed her to follow some invisible path set out just for her. Chloe wasn’t sure how she knew this, but the sha

As Lucy was busy dropping series of powerful jabs at Selena, she painfully endures them while trying to step on her shadow in order to perform the Shadow Possession technique—an attack created by Sage Henri. Once an enemy’s shadow is stepped on, the attacker will merge his shadow with the enemy’s, thereby, creating a link and he could extract the enemy’s shadow which will result in instant death or control the enemy through his shadow which was extracted. As deadly as this technique is, it consumes a lot of stamina which makes it a special technique not many could pull off Lucy careless allowed Selena to merge their shadow together, and after Selena mutters Shadow Possession, the technique h

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.

Ice-cold water filled Willow’s lungs as the weight of her soaked gown pulled her down in the water. She thrashed hard against the water, but her tight dress restricted her movements. She felt trapped, unable to surface out of the water or reach the bottom. As her heart pounded out of her chest, Willow felt the burn in her lungs. She tried to rip open the dress binding her feet desperately. Amid her struggle, her toes touched the bottom of the pool. With all her might, she pushed off the bottom and surfaced.

Kai snarled and lunged forward, but the shadow retreated unnaturally fast—as if it were not moving, but teleporting. Warriors shifted, forming a protective circle. It extended a tendril resembling an arm towards her, and Leah experienced a suffocating tug, as though her breath was being forcibly extracted from her lungs. Kai let out a roar and charged, slashing at the shadow. His claws went through it—yet the creature recoiled as if it had been hit. It emitted a metallic screech that caused wolves to collapse to their knees, clutching their ears. "Leah! Move back!" Kai ordered, but she found herself unable to budge.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.