Shadoworld Adventure Novels & Stories

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.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

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.

He couldn’t help wondering what would happen now that both bodies were in the same time and vicinity. He should have told Tara that he was a traveler. More than that, he should have warned her about the dangers of their mission. If Dennis was where he thought he was, it would be difficult to get him back. Although Shadow Land started as the home for the shadow people, invaders from other planets and realms frequently came and infiltrated amongst them, just as they’d done to the humans on the earth plane.

Chad snarled, slamming into Koren like a force of nature. The rogues barely had time to react before the Shadows descended on them—silent, efficient, like shadows come to life. Screams filled the air. Metal clashed. Magic cracked like lightning around us. Aster stepped forward, trying to summon a barrier—an illusion, a trick, anything—to hold off Chad’s people. “Get her on the plane!” Koren yelled desperately, blood dripping from his lip as he struggled beneath Chad’s weight. Aster moved toward me—but I was done pretending.

"We're being hunted." Shadows detach from the walls-not cultists, nor crows. *Shades* of the First Wolves' prey, their antlers splintered, pelts riddled with phantom arrows. The citadel isn't a sanctuary. It's a snare, baited with Lila's crows and our desperation. Eden's scar flares as the shades charge. He raises a hand, and the nearest shade implodes, reduced to hoarfrost. But more come, endless, their anguish a weapon. Kael lunges, ripping through a stag's throat, but the ice re-forms instantly.

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."

My papa ran his hands in my head, patting it gently, smoothing my hair away, something he had never done before… Maybe the end of the world for me has really come… Maybe that’s why all good things had come to me at once – because tragedy was near my door already. I couldn’t bring myself to say it, but it must be said… “Papa, it’s not that… The final Shadow wolf you’ve talked about, he’s here… He really had come to extract his vengeance, and this time, he will succeed…”

It worked on a few of the younger Toten, but not for Anders. The Schatten were able to pick off about ten of the Toten as they backed away from the castle heading towards the river. They took one into custody and placed him in a circle of containment, where he could not shift into his shadow form. The Toten didn't have real Schatten forms; their shadows were weaker and more visible to the human eye. The fighting continued for hours, as each side gained some ground. Daan cast that one of the security guards went down; lost his head. Literally!