Shadow X Rouge Novels & Stories

Pushing out my head mechanically like a robot. “Yes,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. The figure was hooded, the heavy rain dripping from the edges, obscuring their face in shadow. I blinked against the rain, my pulse thrumming in my ears. Then the figure pushed the hood back, revealing a familiar face beneath. "James?" I breathed, a mix of surprise and relief flooding my chest. "Oh my God, James Connor?" His lips curled into a lopsided grin, one I remembered well from long shifts at the hospital, and he nodded.

He separated from the shadows without a single branch snapping. Bastian Crowne was taller than anyone I had ever seen. His shoulders filled the space between two pines, and the scars across his jaw and throat were silver in the starlight. His hair was short and black, and his eyes burned gold even in the dark. Not the amber flash of a partial shift. Solid, steady gold. He wore no coat. The cold didn’t seem to touch him.

"I failed." He brought her hand to his lips. "I won't fail again," he vowed. "No one who touched you will survive the night. I will find this Shadow Man. I will find Ryan. And I will make them pray for the mercy of death." Outside, the moon went behind a cloud, plunging the city into darkness. Somewhere in the shadows of the Rogue Lands, deep in a cave illuminated by green witch-fire, a hooded figure watched the broadcast on a cracked tablet.

It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how they were winning the war. Dave let out a sigh. "No. He used a HG blade." I nodded. A brilliant man named Henry Gomez spent his life developing a UV spiked, but essentially silver based liquid that could be applied to any metallic object, leaving a coat of active poison that would kill both shade and host upon entering the their shared body. Something in perfectly balanced formula temporarily imprisoned the shade and as long as the wounds you inflicted on the human were mortal, the shade shared the same fate. The HG liquid had become as precious to us as light bulbs. It was hard to come by at the best of times, especially out h

Leo ran like lightning as soon as his soul was sent to the old building known as Zone XX12. Even though Leo had betrayed Alex once when the leader of the rival vampire clan asked for his help in the case of the Haunted Gallery, Leo could never let Alwex's soul be trapped in Zone XX12 forever.

She took another shot. “I smell a lot of humans around here.” “Me too, probably nosy humans or coroners.” We followed the footprints carefully, ensuring we wouldn’t destroy our evidence. I noticed broken twigs, muddy fresh leaves, and smudges on the ground. “He was here.” I sniffed the air. “Definitely a rogue. The stench he left.” “A male rogue. Yeah. Something different in his smell, though.” Shadow stopped and turned to me. “How did I smell when you first met me? They said a rogue stinks like rotten animals.”

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, louder now. “Witch. That’s what you are, right?” The lab went silent. A beaker clinked. Dr. Yoon dropped her clipboard. Someone gasped. I felt all their eyes on me. Judging. Wondering. “What the hell is wrong with you?” I snapped, my voice more steady than I felt. Jonas pointed a finger at me like I was some kind of cursed artifact. “Tony died after being with you. You’ve been talking to shadows. You vanish at night. How long are you gonna pretend you’re normal?”

It still felt like it was forever before I had finally heard a groan. ‘Aaaahhhh’ I heard but still could not see anything but the darkness around me. “Regina, Rosalind, Reign?” I called out. “Stop yelling so loud. Can ya let a girl sleep?” Regina groaned from the corner of my mind. Yet, when I looked around I still could not see her little blond fur with black tip ears. Still looking around I finally see what looked to be a slight shadow. Scared and confused at the thought that even in the dark and empty void that there somehow appeared to be a shadow.

“By hiding there.” I turn back to the window and imagine it. Sirens. Panic. Wolves forced to hold back while fear spills everywhere. “He thinks the city makes him safe,” I say. “But it makes him weak.” Lena steps closer. “And when he realizes?” “He will have nowhere to run,” I say. “Because he will not abandon them. That is his flaw.” Mark nods slowly. “And his bloodline?” I feel that old fire burn hotter. “It ends,” I say. “Right there. In the open. Where everyone can see what happens when you cross me.”