Shadow Tale Novels & Stories

Kael kept his expression calm. "A creature came out of the doorway," he said. "I tripped. A torch fell on it." Hale looked at him. "You tripped," the professor repeated. "Yes." "And the torch happened to land on the one weak point of a Shadow Fragment." Kael paused. "It has a weak point?" Hale's eyes narrowed slightly. "Shadow Fragments dissolve only when struck by open flame at their core," he said. "A direct hit. Not a graze. Not a near miss. A direct hit at the center of the mass."

Ice asks. “A witch I met in New Orleans,” Bo replies with a smile. Seems like more than a friend to me. “She’ll meet you at the airport when you land in Portland. From there, it’s about a six and a half hour drive to Crescent Shadow territory.” I nod my head. Ice sees my face and turns to them. “Can we go now?” She asks. “Of course,” Gray nods his head. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you’ll need your rest.”

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

"Could the humans have found some kind of chemical to cloak their presence from us? If they have done so, we are all in grave danger, and we must move to meet this new threat." "Anything is possible, but it is more likely the vampire is using a shadow spell. It is ancient and all but forgotten. I came across it in the lost book of Shallong. He buried it with his evil tokens in the mountain of souls. I thought no other had dared to travel there." Kendalf glanced after Caitlin to assure himself she was out of hearing.

the Oracle stated, "you'll find yourself in the shadow realm. Find him fast. The more time you spend there, the more it will try to keep you." "How do I return?" "Same way you go in. Through your bond. Love is the only thing shadows can't eat." The Oracle started chanting. Words that weren't English. Weren't any language Tamara knew. The air got cold. Then colder. Then it was so cold, it burned. Tamara blinked her eyes open. She wasn't in the basement anymore. nothing The shadow realm looked like the real world, but felt off. Like someone had painted everything with darkness. The trees were black, twisted, gnarly. The sky was purple-gray. No sun. No moon. Just sick-looking light that came fr

Without thinking, he let it rise. His shadow beneath him shifted—lengthened—until it flared outward like a living thing. Dark tendrils lashed from it, striking at the shapes around him. Each one it touched burst apart, scattering like smoke in wind. When the last dissolved, the circle dimmed. The silver threads cooled. The silent figure stepped forward. They regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So. The blood still runs true.” Eolan caught his breath, his ribs aching where the shadow’s strike had landed. “What was that?”

Yet he had also observed the pattern firsthand—his father's devastation after his mother's unexpected illness, his grandfather's decline following his mate's assassination, historic records documenting similar losses throughout House Nox's lineage. His own personal experience had reinforced the pattern most vividly. As a young shadow adept showing early leadership potential, he had allowed himself genuine connection with a fellow student—brilliant, ambitious Kaelan whose fire magic had complemented his shadow techniques with remarkable efficiency. Their friendship had evolved toward something potentially more significant before Kaelan's diplomatic mission to House Zoryn ended with his body r

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

She cozied up to Malcolm, looking at him with a love that was almost too intense. However, right in the middle of the ceremony, as Malcolm and Elaine were crowning James and the excitement was at its peak, everyone's phones buzzed with an urgent alert. [Under the laws of the werewolf community, the severance of the bond between Alpha Malcolm and Luna Mila is official. As of noon, they are nothing to each other.] Malcolm had not even checked his phone, still tucked away in his pocket, but the whispers and sidelong glances from the crowd sent a wave of panic through him.