Shadows Clan Novels & Stories

It turned out the Ashenclaw pack had been plotting a rebellion for ages. That was when I realized why she had been so bold as to challenge me over and over, even pushing me into the water at my cousin's house. The assassin who tried to kill me at the Full Moon Festival was one of theirs, too. Sure, the Ashenclaw pack had been getting stronger, but only because the Lycan King had been backing them. However, what can be given can also be taken away. Dad and Lucian had a plan. They set a trap so big it caught every last traitor.

Watch your mouth, that's your station commander you're talking about, I said while laughing. We hopped in the car and proceeded to a coffee shop/restaurant where we had lunch and discussed the issue. Given that we lacked a name or even a face, it was a really difficult case to solve. Nothing was accomplished as a result of the information discovered on the four shot-dead heisters. There seemed to be no link between any of these men—it was as if they didn't even know each other.

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.

"Unless you want to die here. Your choice. I won't judge either way." "Who are you?" Lyra's voice came out as a croak. Raw, broken, tired. "Someone who knows what it's like to be thrown away." The woman crossed her arms. Her stance was casual but her eyes were alert. Watchful. "Name's Raven. You're in the rogue territories now, girl. This is where packs dump wolves they don't want anymore. Traitors. Criminals. Inconvenient truths. Wolves who asked too many questions or threatened the wrong people."

"They showed no signs of magic, but it did not stop a poisoning or two kidnappings that ended in death." "The Shadows were designed after the last death over three hundred years ago." She looked at me then, her eyes glazing with the ethereal weight of Cordelia. "After the demise of my child, I laid waste to the Clans who harmed him. She created the Shadows, allowing them knowledge of us, so they would one-day know their duty to the Goddess. A duty so many failed to do when it was purely right!" My chest shook with sadness for her, wishing to comfort her.

But then, a ShadowClan patrol, alerted by the sounds of the fight, arrived as reinforcement. The ShadowClan warriors, known for their stealth and agility, moved like wraiths through the undergrowth, flanking the Crimson Fang and cutting off their escape routes. Their attack was coordinated, not with elaborate plans or pre-arranged signals, but with an intuitive understanding born of shared experience and mutual trust. Rhys, the hotheaded Silvermoon warrior who had previously clashed with Kael, found himself fighting alongside the ShadowClan leader, their movements a ballet of deadly precision. They fought not as rivals but as equals, their combined strength turning the tide of battle.

That was all that mattered to me right now. “Not just your boys!” Ed tutted. “The ones in dark cloaks, too. I’ve got five of them here right now, ten yesterday, and knowing my luck there’ll be twenty here by tomorrow.” “Dark cloaks?” I repeated, my whole body going still. Was it the two I’d overheard talking about Ares and Owen? Had they wormed their way into Ed’s home? “They call themselves the Shadows. Stupid, prissy name for a bunch of bodyguards, if you ask me.”

“That we haven't found out yet. No one has seen anything apart from the aftermath and 'animal-like' shadows. But from the sounds of it, they seem like the dark wolves. They had strong claws, they were quick, quiet, and manage to blend in and disappear.” “Sounds like you've thought this out pretty thoroughly,” Ruben said, feeling like he hadn't contributed at all. “We've been at peace so long, some of our guys are forgetting to watch their backs. Maybe it's time again. But, the last thing we need is another clan war. The feds would be all over us. I, for one, don't want to go through that again.” Ruben sighed. The last war had been devastating. He lost his brother.

He said. He was trying to loosen up around me but I could still feel the uneasiness he suffered and the weird stares he gave me and Tristan. He looked like he had so much to say but Tristan’s eyes motioned him to keep quiet. He checked my vitals one more time and headed out leaving me with the fine man all to myself. “A healer, what does that mean? It sounds so old-fashioned”. “ShadowClaw is an ancient society and despite the rebranding that has gone down, they’ve held to their customs and values. He patiently explained.