Shadow X Sonic Novels & Stories

Sabastian said, pointing at the hallway furthest from them. Shadow nodded his head, length his claws, and started pulling the hearts out of every monster in his path. He didn’t say anything because he felt like it wasn’t real but he was feeling the mates bond getting stronger. He couldn’t mind link in here so he could only go by the pull he felt. He just hoped that the connection leads him to Shawna and his boys. He had never felt the mates bond with her but he is hoping that the feeling he is having is his boys calling to him. “Papa's coming boys.” Shadow said, as he and Sabastian made their way down a hallway leaving the doc and his men fighting the monsters that were still coming in from

No sound came, but Siron felt a nudge in his mind: Take it. "Who are you?" Siron asked his shadow, his voice trembling. The shadow only gave a slow shake of its head, then pointed at the sprout once more. The silver light in its eyes flickered like distant stars. Siron rose cautiously. He stepped toward the window, afraid his movements would trigger a reaction from the shadow. But the shadow simply followed him, staying fixed to the wall like a normal shadow, except for those glowing eyes.

Sensing the quiet, Dominic pulled out his phone, keyed up a lively playlist on his radio app, and began softly singing along to the upbeat melody drifting from the speakers. His melodic singing was suddenly cut short by a loud, resonant rumbling sound echoing through the quiet backyard. My eyes widened in absolute horror as I looked over at him. He looked equally startled, his jaw dropping as he froze mid-lyric. Oh no. "Uh... must be a frog nearby," I blurted out frantically, throwing myself back into scrubbing the clothes with furious speed. "My goodness, why are there so many frogs around here lately? It’s not even their mating season yet," I rambled under my breath. My embarrassing excuse

"But all you have done is delay the inevitable. They will never truly accept you. Never truly trust you. They will always fear what you could become." "Who are you?" I called into the darkness. Laughter echoed. "I am the shadow of possibility. The dark path you refuse to walk. The power you keep chained." A figure materialised from the void. Me, but different. Eyes blazing pure silver, hair flowing with flames, power radiating from every pore. "I am what you could be," the shadow said.

“I will be” I hung up the phone feeling a bit better. The man in the shadows from my delusion still haunted my mind. I took some deep breaths, and I did my best to shove the thoughts away. I still heard his voice saying, “come home my dove.” Something kept nagging at me though ‘Why were they near grandmothers? What was drawing me back there?’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man

While I was struggling to find the words to break the silence and restore the calm atmosphere, Damon's phone began to ring. He picked up the phone and answered once he saw who it was. He placed it back after putting it on the loudspeaker. “Hello boss, terrible news” Rocky went straight to the point. “Shadow is hot on your trail. You need to drive faster so you can lose him in the intersection. You're almost there.” Damon increased his speed zooming past every obstacle. I held on for dear life as he swerved the car left and right. We were almost at the intersection when the car started making weird sounds.

Whoever they were, they weren’t just after me. They wanted Sonia. As I stood frozen in the silence, blood dripping from my palm, one truth burned clearer than ever The Shadow Player wasn’t trying to destroy me. He was trying to destroy her. “Tell me you don’t still want me,” Ethan whispered, his breath warm against my skin, his voice low and dangerous in the darkness.

The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path. Figures darted between trees and sculptures, flitting through hedges like wraiths. Muzzle flashes burst like fireflies in the dark—short, brutal flashes of violence, gone as quickly as they came. Some of the shadows I recognized. My men. Moving in practiced formation. Efficient. Lethal. Others wore the snake insignia. Viktor's. I exhaled slowly and checked the chamber of my pistol. Loaded. Full clip. One in the chamber. I was ready.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”