Shadow The Hedgehog Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

The plan worked, and in a gritty rooftop showdown, Alex finally came face-to-face with their relentless pursuer. The Shadow emerged from the darkness, their features hidden beneath a mask, their eyes burning with a deadly determination. "You have meddled in affairs that do not concern you," they hissed, their voice carrying an air of cold malice. "Prepare to meet your end." The battle that ensued was a dance of death, each move calculated and precise. Alex's martial prowess clashed with The Shadow's deadly agility, creating a lethal ballet of combat. The tension hung heavy in the air as blades clashed, and fists connected with bone-crushing force.

Rebel and Ryder yelled and pounced on Shadow shifting into their wolf form and started nipping at him. “Hey, hey!” Shadow yelped as Ryder nipped his thigh just missing his most sensitive areas. “Those aren’t balls you play with.” He shrieked covering his crotch. Jen tried not to laugh but she couldn’t hold back. “Thanks for the help love.” He grumbled. “My pleasure. Imma here to help anytime.” She snickered. “Ryder, Rebel get off of Shadow.” Storm laughed. “Off now.” She snapped her fingers at them. They playfully growled at Shadow and ran to their mom’s feet. “Okay you three shift back, fingers and feet please.” She ordered.

It was all overwhelming. A month elapsed, and I witnessed Jack struggling against the bond. He never made the move to get her from the Shadow pack. Alpha Henry dispatched numerous messengers without success. I understood he was trying to demonstrate something to me, and I was grateful for his efforts. We were intimate a few times, but it felt different. His heart and wolf weren't fully engaged, making it seem like sympathy sex. I had never felt so down in my life until this point. He extended his hours at the office and decreased his time spent working from home. I recognized that he wasn't as drawn to me as he once was.

' Rose's mocking voice echoed in my mind once again. "Fine, I apologize to you. Let's not keep revisiting the past. We should move on," I told her, a tinge of helplessness in my voice. I had said similar things to her countless times before. Every time, she claimed to have let it go, yet she always seized the opportunity to mock me, to criticize me. But hey, every werewolf and their wolf had a unique way of bonding. Most were the best of friends, sharing everything with each other. Rose and I, well, we had our own unique way. We sometimes wanted to kill each other. Yet we had never considered truly parting ways. Maybe this was a different kind of love.

“One must willingly surrender their greatest love. Only then will the relics unleash their true power to destroy the shadow for good.” Before anyone could respond, the ground quaked violently. The shadow entity, larger and more menacing than before, surged into the chamber. Its smoky tendrils lashed out, forcing the group into a defensive stance. “I grow tired of this game!” the shadow roared, its voice echoing like a storm. “Give me the relics, or I will consume your very souls.” Wickham stepped forward, his weapon raised. “You’ll have to go through me first!” The shadow laughed darkly. “Bravery without power is foolishness.” It lunged, a tendril wrapping around Wickham’s arm and flinging h

But when I open them again and look towards where he is, I still see black leather wings and crimson eyes. His fighting is even more impressive than what I’ve seen in Sahara’s gladiator ring. When the shadow aims some kind of power, he flies back, flips, and lunges at what I assume is its head. He flaps his wings, pushing the shadow back and aims his sword over it, cutting through it. He twirls again and piercing the center of the shadow over and over again until the shadow fractures and shatters into a million pieces. As soon as that happens, the fog fades, and the dark monster disappears, leaving the shadows of the true darkness behind.

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.

"To answer your question—Shadow is bred for the high-country hunt. He knows how to close in on a target without snapping a single twig." The implication that I was a 'target' sent a shiver down my spine that was dangerously close to a thrill. "Right. Helpful." He nodded slowly. "I can usually guess why a rabbit or a deer tries to vanish into the brush. Would you care to tell me why a member of my elite retreat was hiding behind a tree?" "I wasn't hiding," I lied, the words tasting like ash. "I was..."

Pretending exhaustion, I dropped my guard for a crucial second. He took the bait and lunged. I spun inside his reach and drove my palm into his chest, releasing a concentrated burst of Shadowborn magic directly into his heart. Not enough to stop it. Just enough to make it stutter. He collapsed, gasping. The three I had knocked back initially were recovering. One shifted into wolf form and charged. I met him with a wall of silver flames. He hit it and yelped, backing away.

"— very well, as expected from an Alpha who has a Luna without a wolf." "Watch your tongue, rogue..." Alexander butted in, his eyes flaring up in anger. "Don't you dare smear Dark Knight's Luna with that filthy mouth of yours!" "Then do your worse if you want my mouth shut." The rogue continued. "— that doesn't change the fact that your Luna is vulnerable even than an omega." "You asked for this, then so be it." Kenziel growled, tightening his grip around the rogue. The rogue let out a weak, ragged laugh, his body growing limp as Kenziel's grip began to suffocate him.