Shadowclan Warriors Novels & Stories

"And he said something about the Silver Claw and my mother before the shadow corruption killed him." Reynold was quiet for a long moment, his eyes fixed on the token. When he finally spoke, his voice was heavy. "That's the mark of the Silver Claw Clan." "What's the Silver Claw Clan?" "They were an elite group of warriors." Reynold sat down on the edge of the bed like his legs couldn't hold him anymore. "Sworn to protect the Primordial royal family. Your mother's family. They were the best fighters in all the packs, loyal to the death."

It's rare that the Shadows get this kind of interaction with the council, they normally keep pretty much to themselves. A male wolf shifter named Shane who is considered our “general” if you’re comparing ranks to a human army, steps forward. He looks like a massive GI Joe come to life but he has a soft side once you get to know him. I note his witch mate Maya, who hardly ever comes to headquarters.

he asked Rick. “The strength of the pack of the wolf and the strength of the wolf is the pack.” Rick answered. “Every single member of the clan has a role to play. No matter how small it seems, it is just as important. And I hate to be the bearer of bad news but with your high intellect your role will not even give you the pleasure of being deceived into thinking it is small.” Ty continued. “By the time your real role begins, you would wish all you had to do was throw out a fist or two.” He joked. Rick laughed at that, at this point in time Rick was looking directly at him, Ty was glad his speech had managed to rouse his spirit.

“The moment I was taken from my pack, and ended up here, I knew this was it for me, and as much as I didn’t want to submit, I just accepted that I had to. As long as I have some form of kindness, then I know I can get by” “What pack were you taken from?” “The shadow pack”. She replied which took me a second to wonder if I heard her right. “Shadow? I’ve never heard of shadow wolves before”. “Well, we don’t ever cross onto the lower lands. The mountains are where we blend in with the snow and frost, day and night, we’re like shadows to the naked eye”. “Wait, you mean the howlers… the wolves that live on the mountains?” I asked, trying to not let my voice get too excited.

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. Those infant spirits were fierce, leaving the Haunts no chance to stand their ground. Under Jim's leadership, the enemy was slowly pushed back, inch by inch.

Soldiers checked weapons, tended to the injured, and prepared for what was sure to come. Eolan turned his gaze toward the horizon. The clouds still hung low, but somewhere beyond the ridge, a sliver of light pierced the gloom. “We are the shield,” he said, voice steady. “The shadow that fights the darkness with darkness.” As the sun dipped low, casting long fingers of light across the ravaged land, the group stood united, ready to face the gathering storm. --- The night came swiftly, swallowing the camp in a cloak of cold and silence. Fires flickered in the distance, the uneasy lull before the next wave. Eolan sat near the fire, the shadow resting quietly now, but never far from his mind.

It was rare, or rather, not heard of. "Gather around!" Their howls seized immediately. The black and grey wolves all matched forward, their ears flattened against their ears and their tails dangling behind. With one look at Dandan and his wife, I could smell the ache of their hearts. A Chosan is a Chosan. It must be done! "Tonight, my Chosan is ripe! And by law, she will be brought with me into my home as my Destined Slave! May this night of the Black Moon bear witness to the process of a new beginning in this land! A new dawn will emerge in the Holy Bond pack!"

He was meant to be his predecessor all along, maybe this is how it's done. As if on cue, the thrashing of a body tumbling down the hill to our right takes our attention away. The body, definitely dead, flops onto the wooden decking of the gazebo floor. Everything stops, including my heart. It’s one of Cato’s wolves. Apparently, Gideon and Nox didn’t come alone either. Everything happens so fast. Just as Cato lunges for me, Nox knocks him off his feet. Gideon keeps a hold on Tariq. Only four of the remaining five wolves come out of their hiding spots. Meaning another of Cato’s wolves are dead.

He said as he winked at him. "Yes. Just one day. Just one day." Alexander said, much more to himself. He'd been trying to convince himself. Mike right, Vee and Monika would protect her. After all, those three were irrevocably in love with each other. The Black Wolf's Clan Empire was the largest and most influential in the world, consists of four factions, mainly the Fairy Wolf's Clan in which they operated in the black market and drug operations. The Vamp Wolf's Clan faction was divided into two cluster, in the morning who attacked and operates in sunrise and the night crawlers who invade at night. They were specialized in human trafficking. They loved having humans as their slaves in all a

Waniya Sadness does not seem a burden, when you never had the pleasure of being happy. I have always been in a fight and flight mode, struggling to prove that I am worth something, even though nobody cared. The darkness inside my body has deepened itself to the point that I can't breathe without hindrance. If I could show you a visual graphic of how this darkness feels, you will see black thick branches wounded around my heart and lungs like that of an ancient oak tree. And when I start to speak, those branches reach inside my throat and they gag my tongue, breaking my voice. The person I want to be is trapped inside my body which does not feel like my own. I'm familiar with the darkness onl