Shadow X Tails Novels & Stories

Elena placed everything out for me and I started to clean myself from head to toe, getting rid of the bloody smell. Turning off the shower I wrapped a towel around my body and head. Wiping away the steam that covered the mirror I started on my hair, slicking it back into a high ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom I stopped in front of the bed and just stared at the duffel bag. The reason why I stopped was because I wanted to give all my attention to Neveah and keep her away from that world, keep her safe but I had to bring the Shadow of Death back if it meant keeping my baby safe and taking down those who wanted to hurt her and if I didn’t want something to happen again.

She had to do what was best for her and those who depended on her. Grant wasn’t fooled that counselor might not see it, but he and Hunter did, the shadows that were in Angel’s eyes. She had issues, but she worked them out within herself and she kept pushing through. When the door opened, the twins walked through first, Grant noted they walked to stand beside Angel; they had clearly aligned themselves with her. She was that lifeline that could hold them she might not know it, but he’d seen it before. They would take their cues from her, those she loved, they’d protect. Those who were her enemies would know her brothers’ wrath.

Confirmation that Xalara was unharmed, that Elaric Nox hadn't destroyed whatever made her uniquely herself despite claiming her through that mockery of a contract marriage. As predicted, shadow sentinels materialized along the roadway—dark figures seeming to congeal from the night itself rather than merely stepping from concealment. Their forms rippled with subtle violet energy that marked House Nox's elite border guard, shadow magic made manifest in humanoid shape that maintained just enough physical substance to intimidate without revealing actual combat capabilities. Cassian's carriage slowed to appropriate diplomatic halt, though he felt a petty urge to order his driver to continue forwa

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

“…You’re my SHADOW. So, you fucking STAY as one!” Black tendrils spread from her shadow onto Nozomi. It wrapped around Nozomi's arms as it climbed up to her face. It also spread down her torso to her legs. The more the tendrils consumed Nozomi, the more the shadow melted away, as if they were melding into one.

While following the knight to the heart of the tree, she immediately noticed that his shadow was not of a man to this day she fears what she saw in the darkness. A wingless beast with four sword-like tails lashing from his back, with elongated arms and long razor-sharp claws that shred through reality. Its eyes of piercing red ripped apart the physical world as if it were nothing despite giving her best to conceal her presence the Shadow’s gaze was locked upon her. The two were eventually stopped by the high guards that protected the resting room of the sword despite their best efforts.

She says, looking back at the figures attacking the legs of the beast. Mr. Jameson shrugs. "I call them Shadows. I'll explain it afterwards." Splitter attacks the head, which Steve has now dragged to the ground. Shantal holds out her hands, the coils running electricity to her hands and shoots lightning out of her fingertips at the dragon, stunning it in place.

“Shadows. At least twenty. No—more.” I moved forward. Through the archway, past the courtyard, in the distance— dark shapes were sliding between the trees. Not wolves. Not Ravagers. Something worse. Silas paled. “Those are Shades. Beasts of the First Realm. The moment the Thread cracked open, they slipped through.” Rowan’s voice dropped. “They’re heading straight for the stronghold.” “We can hold them,” Vaughn said, gripping his weapons. Silas shook his head. “Not for long.”

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.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.