Shadow Tail Novels & Stories

“…You’re my SHADOW. So, you fucking STAY as one!” Black tendrils spread from her shadow onto Nozomi. It wrapped around Nozomi's arms as it climbed up to her face. It also spread down her torso to her legs. The more the tendrils consumed Nozomi, the more the shadow melted away, as if they were melding into one.

With a deep breath, I felt The Shadows retreat to their usual place at my heels, their dark energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon once more. The Shadows had become an integral part of my existence, a constant companion that had been by my side for centuries. They were more than just a tool or a power - they were a familiar presence, a comforting shadow that followed me everywhere. I had grown accustomed to their silent obedience, their willingness to wait for my next command.

I have approximately twenty warriors whose speed and shadow-walking skills are extraordinary," continued Eric. "What is shadow-walking?" I asked. "Beta Tyler, isn't it?" he asked. "Just Tyler." "Tyler," he nodded. "Shadow walking is where we step from one shadow to another. It is a way of teleporting, for want of a better word, between shadows. It doesn't work in entirely dark situations, but it can help keep us out of the sun's rays." "Is daylight a problem?" asked Aurora. "I know that Alastair has no problems walking around in the daylight.

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

An Alpha growl. “Adrian,” I hiss, then ignore him as Nyx pushes further in the dark passage. Suddenly, Nyx stops moving. My gaze drops and I see it. A shadow clinging to Cassie's leg, stretching long and twisted. ‘What’s that?’ I snap at Nyx. ‘Rogue's shade,’ he growls at the same time as Adrian. I can tell he already knows what that shadow is too. The shadow turns slowly towards us and busses when it sees us. Its claws scrape against the floor, then it vanishes into the air.

That was when something wholly unexpected happened. She was reaching for the were's chains again when she saw the darkness around her hands begin to grow . . . deeper. Yes, "deeper" was the only thing that made sense. Shamira could see in any darkness, except that blackness which now encircled her hands resisted even her vision. Total darkness, cold and hard. It crept along her hands, then began to extend from her fingers like . . . claws. Shane's words echoed in her mind. First was the Shadow Healing, then the Shadow Jumping and Shadow Sight. The fourth Shadow Aspect was called the Shadow Claws. Four Aspects, mean the fifth --

Alpha Bastion yelled, then pushed off the ground and shifted in midair to allow Shadow to take control. Shadow sunk his teeth into the top of the Orakcilars' head, dragging him away from Mira and the young male as he landed on his paws. He shook his head, waving the Orakcilar around in the air like a ragdoll until his teeth dislodged from the creature's skull, and then he tore the head off its body. As soon as he spotted two more Orakcilar's headed in their direction, he began to pursue them with his teeth bared, his need for blood and vengeance taking control.

she asked, and Alex gave a soft laugh. She sensed humour from him, and annoyance from Lukas, but both were almost drowned out by their wariness, and no small amount of fear. Lukas sighed softly, "Shadows can merge with other shadows, becoming part of them," he said, his voice still near a whisper, "And can move through them, from one to another, with little resistance."

“Did the Shade escape?" Man made light couldn’t kill a shade, not like the UV rays of the sun, but it still produced an impenetrable barrier, so fending them off was as simple as keeping your lights turned on and avoiding dark corners. But a Shadow Man, someone who’d been taken by a shade? Sure, you could kill their human host as easily as the next human but that just forced the unharmed shade out of its dead flesh and into the next closes body. Yours. If you were lucky enough to to be too far away or surrounded by light the shade would disappear into the shadows, lurking there until the next poor soul ventured within reach. It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how th

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.