Shadow X Tails Novels & Stories

That was when something wholly unexpected happened. She was reaching for the were's chains again when she saw the darkness around her hands begin to grow . . . deeper. Yes, "deeper" was the only thing that made sense. Shamira could see in any darkness, except that blackness which now encircled her hands resisted even her vision. Total darkness, cold and hard. It crept along her hands, then began to extend from her fingers like . . . claws. Shane's words echoed in her mind. First was the Shadow Healing, then the Shadow Jumping and Shadow Sight. The fourth Shadow Aspect was called the Shadow Claws. Four Aspects, mean the fifth --

“No wonder the lord is taking her.” Her normal reaction suddenly got massive reactions from the two of them. Both of them slightly folded their upper body and squealed in a small voice but still pretty much enormous for her. Suddenly, the tails appeared from the back of those dudes and wagged aggressively. “Sir Dennis.” “I know, Sir Vilfredo.” Both of them reached the same agreement. Shadow’s frown deepened. Whatever they were thinking was invisible to her. For some random reason, she couldn’t read their minds even if she wanted to.

The quiet thickens again, this time not as a blanket, but a web. Caitlyn snarls. Her eyes go black and stay that way. She raises both hands, and darkness comes up off the seams of the shadows like they’re trying to be rope. “Shadows,” I whisper into the small silver thread in my ear. “Help.” ‘Okay,’ Tara says, brilliant and solemn. The roof shadows move. Not big. Not showy. They just decide they’re busy elsewhere. Caitlyn’s hands close on nothing. “Who?” Caitlyn hisses, scenting a child she cannot see.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

"Last chance. Commit to destroying him with me or commit to becoming his next victim." Behind her, I saw movement. FBI tactical teams approaching quietly. "I choose neither," I said. "I choose the truth. Wherever it leads. Whatever it costs." "The truth is that you love a monster. And love makes you blind." "Then I will learn to see." The tactical team moved in. Weapons drawn. Shouting commands. Victoria smiled one last time. "Too late for seeing. Too late for all of us." She pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the storage facility.

“And what a delicious sacrifice you present.” To his right appeared Thorne, the Prince of Shadows, with flowing silver hair that seemed to move with unseen winds, crimson eyes glowing with cunning intelligence, and a lean, predatory build covered in swirling tattoo-like marks that pulsed with dark energy. “Her scent already betrays her,” he purred, stepping closer. His clawed fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, sending electric shivers down my spine. “Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.”

“It burns.” The echo answered. Silver light streamed from the baby straight to him thin threads of moonlight that wrapped around the dark veins. The black lines shrank hissed and faded until only clean skin remained. The fighter gasped looked at his hands then at me. Another wolf from Harlan’s line a woman named Sable cried out. “Me too. It is pulling the shadow out.”

Alpha Sebastian. “All of that is true but we also don't know what promises Aiden has made to them. He could have promised them land, reentry to their former packs or even war which is what will happen if his plan succeeds.” Beta Kira. “Exactly, which is why we need numbers. If each of you could spare 20 of your stealthiest warriors. We'll be able to use the element of surprise by blending in with the crowd and identifying all targets. Rogues will most likely be hiding out of sight, they will also most likely have a signal in place so we either have to stop them before they can give it or we need to be prepared to fight.” Jessica.

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

The boy’s voice didn't echo; it absorbed the sound of the world around it. Standing in the crumbling tunnel, the "Shadow Heir" looked less like a monster and more like a terrifyingly perfect sculpture of a child. The glowing sphere in his hand pulsed in time with my own fading heartbeat, a physical manifestation of the "Final Liquidation."