Shadow X Surge Novels & Stories

Light and shadow collided with a deafening crack that rippled across the marsh. The ground trembled beneath Lyra’s feet. Fog split apart like torn fabric as Astraen launched himself at the Shadehunter, his body erupting in starlit brilliance. The Shadehunter shrieked—an awful, scraping sound that made Lyra’s bones vibrate. Its cloak of shadows whipped outward, twisting into tendrils that lashed at Astraen with blinding speed. Every strike that landed dimmed Astraen’s glow slightly.

The Shadowborn stood silently behind them, a solemn reminder of the seriousness of the situation. "We shall put an end to this shadow," Xander proclaimed with a steady voice. "We plan on bringing back the brightness." The form in front of them, representing the shadows, chuckled. The chilling echo of its voice resonated throughout the chamber. "You will not be able to overcome me." I will exist forever. I am the darkness that will engulf everything. In a sudden, quick movement, the mysterious figure released a burst of power. Xander and Eva responded simultaneously, their combined light creating a shield that diverted the assault. The collision of powers caused vibrations in the chamber, sha

I melted into the shadows, dodging each attack, the heat grazing my skin but never quite touching me. I emerged from the darkness once more, sending tendrils of shadow snaking toward him. This time, they were thicker, more solid. They wrapped around his arms and legs, pinning him in place. I tightened my grip, feeling the shadows constrict his movements. Hyperion struggled, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but the shadows held firm. For a moment, it seemed like I had him. But then, with a roar of effort, Hyperion's body exploded with solar energy. The shadows disintegrated under the intense heat, and I was forced to retreat, shielding my eyes from the blinding light.

And I was only the puppet; put under the ax then saved only to be put on strings. "They don't love us. They hate us and have always hated us, we are a curse and have always been seen as curses...we were made to be wiped out, but we were also made to survive..." Izon came again now. "It's how we survived their evil massacre and it's how we survived when we fled to the forest... it's our survival that makes us rogues..." he said calmly, folding his arms. "It's what makes us Omegas..."

Karina was covered in sweats, her teeth gritting as she poured all her force into slowing down the momentum of Hail’s final attack. Without another word, the other Nobles summoned their shadow. The blackness of its feature stretched until they connected. It was only then that it stretched into a dome that covered all of them. At the same time, Sloane called upon her shadow who stretched in the basis of her shadow. Before the dome closed upon her, she’d seen Sloane winked at her and she felt a warm sensation stabbing her stomach.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

I demand " How can I stand still when these are reaching to kill us?" "Just trust me,mistress. They mean no harm to you. They are just trying to contact you. Just try to communicate with them. Feel them because I can't but you can." Colton said making me groan and slap on his face and to my surprise my slap landed instead of passing through him which means I have the power to catch the shadows.

I wrap my fingers tightly around the cold, rusted iron, raising my hand until the jagged tip of the nail is pressed firmly against the sensitive skin of my throat. "If you allow yourself to survive here any longer, he will only break you down until there is nothing left. You need to beat Archie to the punch. If your entire existence is going to be reduced to endless torture in this house, then it is better... it is so much better to just end it now. Let the suffering finally stop..." I squeeze my eyes shut, bracing every muscle in my body as I prepare for the white-hot flash of physical pain to wash over me. I hold my breath, completely surrendering myself to the rapidly approaching embrace

She opens her mouth, probably to ask me more, but before she can speak—shadows shift among the trees. Two soldiers emerge. Their armor catches the faint light of the moon as they step onto the path, swords drawn. I freeze. The mark on my face feels like it’s on fire, alive, as if the curse itself is responding to their presence. This has never happened before. The path was meant to be safe. But now, fate seems to have rewritten the rules, just because I tried to take control of my destiny. The horse rears up, whinnying in fear. Martha grips tight onto me, using her body to block me from view. I can feel her heart racing as well.

was hidden within the Spire’s own pulse. ​"WE WANT THE CURE!" a man screamed, his skin glowing with a sickly, over-clocked gold. He was one of the first volunteers, his eyes now bloodshot and wild with the "Sync-Fever." "YOU’RE LETTING US BURN, VANE! YOU’RE TURNING US INTO BATTERIES!" ​The Shadow’s Intervention ​Leo stepped out of the shadows, his own obsidian skin shimmering with a deep, authoritative bronze. He didn't draw his blade. He just walked into the center of the mob, the "Null-Link" vibrating in his chest like a warning bell.