Shadow X Tails Novels & Stories

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

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 scornfully questioned with a cocked brow. He gritted his teeth and balled his hands into fists, sweat forming on his head. His foe wondered what was wrong with him. Unexpectedly. tails shot out of his body one by one, numbering nine. And this time, unlike his son's four tails at the triennial contest's battleground that served as mere adornments, his tails were roving about! Seeing his accomplishment, Alpha Chase chuckled evilly. "Shocked, aren't you?" he asked cockily before turning to Phoenix," And you with magenta hair..."

The sunlight from the east was enough to make the shadow visible. He squinted his eyes to try to make clear who was on the other end, was it the nine-tailed fox, or just an illusion? But based on what he sensed, the dark energy was indeed all around him, and Justin was sure the big shadow at the end of the road was the nine-tailed fox he was looking for.

Amelia said. "I'm not saying....." Amelia didn't wait for me to finish before she interrupted me. "I can just book an Uber and walk outside myself if you insist," Amelia said. "You will get lost. Oh, you think I go outside and come back inside with an ordinary eye, right? This forest rotates around itself. You can take the path at the back of the house towards the tarred road and come back through the front path," I said, trying to scare her off and she fell for it immediately with the way she held my clothes.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Varein is mocking us by sending his filth into the heart of our stronghold, daring us to break. The shadow beast is massive, its body like shifting tar, oily darkness dripping from its form. Eyes... way too many eyes, open and close across its body, glowing red with hunger. Its claws dig grooves into the stone floor, and the temperature drops so fast my breath is fogging. Rowan is barking orders, his Alpha command vibrating in the air. “Form up! Protect Kaia - NOW!” I’m already moving, pulling shadows into my fists like blades. My brothers are at my side in an instant; Ezra cracking his knuckles, his grin sharp even under the pressure, and Rowan shifting halfway, his eyes glowing amber-gold.

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.