Shadowsight Warriors の小説・ストーリー

“Don’t you dare—” “I have to.” Her words cut across the chamber, small yet unyielding. She never slowed. The warriors shifted uneasily, their boots scraping stone. Some lifted weapons, torn between loyalty and terror, while others froze, caught in the moment’s unbearable gravity. The fissure yawned wider. From within, the shadow pressed harder, its shape shifting against the red light—sometimes a claw, sometimes a face, sometimes nothing human at all. The chant rose, layered with echoes that seemed to slither into their ears.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

By now I had moved far enough around for the moon to illuminate his face. He wore a heavy black cape, its hood pulled up over his face. His body was clad in black leather and metal chest plate. Heavy boots on his feet. At his waist dangled a sword, easily bigger than me in length. His skin was a deep tan, his eyes two burning orbs of Amber. He watched me with a steady gaze, never blinking. He looked like he had just stepped out of the crusades, a warrior that belonged to a different time completely. My breath caught in my throat as I took him in. He was beautiful in his own way.

“This woman came and she - she brought these men with her. They argued and-" “James can handle it.” Martha smiled. “What?” “Trust me. Look out the window you can see them," Pulling the drapery aside to view outside, I was astonished at what I was seeing. James was taking on these men in such a way no normal person I knew could have. It was as if he was actually trained for years in martial arts. The man was a bloody ninja. “Impressed yet?” Martha laughed. “H-how?” “I think you two may need to have a little talk about that.”

she added. Karisa narrowed her eyes as Samantha eyed the guys who were moving the lumbers. She noticed that Arthur was instructing the warriors to go around the carpentry business before he followed them. Usually, when the members of the Shadow Pack picked the lumber in the woods, they would carry one lumber per person. However, to distract the humans from looking too closely, it took more than two people to carry the lumbers. Not everyone can do such a feat. Only some—perhaps those of Special Greeks—were the exception to the legend.

The roar of the fire seemed to freeze in the air as the third army poured from the tree line. The standard-bearers of the Shadow-Claw pack emerged like wraiths from the dense, suffocating smoke, their heavy iron boots rhythmically stamping against the blood-soaked dirt of the nursery square. Unlike the chaotic, frenzied Blood-Moon mercenaries, these warriors moved with a terrifying, unified discipline. Their obsidian-black armor absorbed the chaotic glare of the burning sanctuaries, making them look like moving voids against the wall of orange flame.

He whipped around to face Takuya, whose easy laughter filled the air, and said with deliberate emphasis, "So, these are the secretive Wyverna folks you've allied with? I've read about such tricks in ancient texts—the work of Shadow Warriors, no doubt!" As Alexander's words hung in the air, two Shadow Warriors erupted from the depths of the hot spring. Water patterns cascaded over their forms, blending seamlessly with the air around them. To the eye, they were nothing more than two blurry, human-like shadows, darting past Alexander and the formidable Green Dragon Duke of War in a heartbeat. The Shadow Warriors were swift indeed, but no swifter than Alexander's sixth sense. The moment they bur

Shadow Warriors are elite fighters-larger and stronger than humans. They're the polar opposite of hell's spawn because they think and strategize, making them a more formidable enemy. Because of fear, bigotry, and thinking the Shadow Warriors might overthrow the new government, the Federation almost started another war when the threat of the hellhounds receded. Thanks to the government's screw up, I have this nice advancement in office and I'm on a mad dash to repair relations with the good monsters. It's basically a suicide mission.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

The Blood Shadow Warriors specialized in stealth, assassination, tracking, infiltration, and coordinated slaughter. People feared numbers because they assumed quantity could overwhelm quality. But overwhelming strength and flawless coordination could also erase numbers. And unfortunately for them, the Blood Shadow Warriors possessed both. I leaned back slightly on my seat, my gaze calm as I watched the battle unfold. The Thunder Dominion warriors fought fiercely, lightning crackling around their bodies as they attacked violently, while the Blue Rain warriors used deceptive footwork and coordinated assaults to pressure my warriors. To outsiders, it probably looked like the Blood Shadow Warrio