Shadowsight Warriors Novels & Stories

the shadow replied " My name is Colton and I have been assigned as your second in command. I have been looking after you since you were a baby but I was ordered by the late king and Queen. I mean your birth parents. They ordered me not to show myself to you or anyone until you turn eighteen or are close to turn eighteen. All the shadows that you saw today are from your hidden Kingdom that your parent hid to keep us protected from the enemy. They used every last of their powers to protect us the died after that but made me promise to always look after yourself from hiding. You turned eighteen today which is why all the shadows decided to appear but you got scared and fainted. They didn't mean

She couldn’t let anything happen to her friends. The battle was swift but brutal. Zoe’s claws shredded through dark magic-infused armor, and Ellara sent bursts of raw energy into the warriors, blasting them back when they got too close. But for every warrior they took down, two more seemed to appear from the shadows. The numbers were overwhelming.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

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.

Sinister and I would monitor everyone from here, we have a good signal. "She's right," Archer agreed. I felt the cold air kiss my cheeks ever so softly as Archer and I walked alongside the paved pathway toward the entrance of the house. Its pathway was so long it was lit with two or three streetlights towards the door. Nik and Moe, took to the side of the house, avoiding any security cameras. "I hope they're alright." I sighed. "They will be, I have faith in them," Archer replied as he rolled up his sleeves. “Why do you think he wants to see me?"

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.