Shadows Web Novels & Stories

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.

"Of course, I would. But over dinner." "Where's dinner?" Shit. I completely forgot to prepare dinner for our little date night. Author note. *Shadow werewolves: Rare and secretive forms of werewolves. They can blend into shadows or become nearly invisible at night. They are often loners, which means they can be used as spies or assasins.*

he said again. We all followed him with Magnus deep in thought. Soon after we arrived at his office we got seated. He held his head with his hands and said, “This is much more deadlier than I thought.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “He's using the"shadows ", an old sect of assassins used during the Great War. Morbius used them in assassinating a lot of good people. They were thought to have gone extinct until now.” “How do you know this?”

Shadow muttered to himself, his fingers flying across his keyboard. He started going through her history, hacking into databases, accessing private records, and dissecting her social media. Every minute detail was written down and analyzed. Shadow knew that even the tiniest crack in somebody's armor can be the weakest point in a system that can blow everything open to devastating effect.

Never in her years of studying Wielder’s Psychology had she encountered someone whose features differed from one Wielder to the other and who survived being shadowless for about a year. A Wielder and a Shadow were like a package deal. They both existed to provide each other sufficient energy to prevent themselves from deteriorating. Shadows, though not always by the Wielders side, could be summoned and unsummoned, but it’s simply different to Z’s case. If she just unsummoned her shadow, they’d still be linked together. This means that the shadow would appear at the moment the Wielder’s threatened. That never happened, though.

But as I walked away visibly emotionless, I couldn’t shake the image of the woman in the scarf, sitting in the shadows, watching me like she already knew me. And I had no idea that she was about to change everything.

Everyone had vulnerabilities that could be exploited by those with sufficient patience and detailed knowledge of individual psychology. "And Lord Elaric himself? How do we assess his likely response to discovering the true scope of the political situation he's sailing into?" "Shadow magic users are inherently possessive and protective of what they consider theirs. His arrival in Vaelthorne will trigger exactly the kind of magical resonance our theoretical models require." Vera indicated displays that showed complex magical equations predicting interaction between different arcane disciplines. "When shadow magic and primal magic achieve forced synchronization under conditions of extreme emoti

Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad! That poison could take down a werewolf, eating away at every vein and nerve, making them weaker and weaker until... It was the worst way I could think of to go. Things happened so fast. They aimed for my weak spots, and no matter how hard I had trained in the past, I could not take on so many opponents at once. "Thorne!" I yelled, my voice almost breaking. He whipped his head around and started to come over, but Isolde clung to him.

Fearing the worst, she called a cab and headed directly to the base with Sarah right behind her. Upon getting there she met Ty watching some chaos unfurl a little in front of them. Unlike most werewolf packs in the area that had their hideouts in bars or churches or restaurants, the shadow rock pack had theirs in a sort of neighbourhood. It lent itself well to the family image they depicted all so well. It was right at the edge of town beside a large stream of water.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.