Shadowstar Warriors Novels & Stories

* His voice boomed across the clearing. "Moonshadow!" he roared. "Your false Heir has abandoned you! She runs to ancient ruins while you *burn!* Selene's spirit calls us home! Calls us to reclaim what was stolen! Lay down your arms and submit, and you will be spared. Resist, and you will be *ashes!*" Scar's answering roar cut through the chaos. "*Over my corpse!*" He crashed into a cluster of Shadow Pack wolves, claws tearing, blood spraying. Around him, Luna's warriors fought with desperate ferocity.

The kind that doesn’t come from lack of sleep but from fighting something you can’t win against. “It doesn’t have a name that fits in your mouth,” he says. “The Watcher is just what we call it. Something to make it feel smaller. Less real.” “But it is real,” I whisper. He nods. “It watches every generation of Maddox men. Follows us. Tests us. Demands from us.” I swallow hard. “Demands what?” “Sacrifice.” The word hits like a punch to the stomach. My voice breaks. “You were going to marry Camille. Was she the sacrifice?”

She opens her mouth, probably to ask me more, but before she can speak—shadows shift among the trees. Two soldiers emerge. Their armor catches the faint light of the moon as they step onto the path, swords drawn. I freeze. The mark on my face feels like it’s on fire, alive, as if the curse itself is responding to their presence. This has never happened before. The path was meant to be safe. But now, fate seems to have rewritten the rules, just because I tried to take control of my destiny. The horse rears up, whinnying in fear. Martha grips tight onto me, using her body to block me from view. I can feel her heart racing as well.

I thought his deeply protective, nurturing nature meant he was falling for me, too. Why on earth did you let your foolish assumptions get the best of you, Raegan? Why did you mistake basic human decency and care for romantic love? You are so incredibly stupid. I tilted my head back and stared up at the dark, heavy clouds. The deep, reddish tint of the atmosphere signaled that a torrential downpour was bound to unleash at any given second. There wasn't a single star in sight, the moon was completely hidden from view, and the only remaining presence was the shivering, howling wind. It felt like a sick, twisted joke that the desolate sky right now perfectly mirrored the chaotic storm brewing in

Malikul completed Shadow’s sentence like it was nothing. “The body was the spark of the war and led to war. And the same thing happened with wingsman. Someone imitated lions' specialty and dropped it – in a similar fashion as they did to the feathers – which also led to the spark of war.” Shadow explained further, ignoring their great chemistry. “The instigators did the same to everyone in the Eastern continent which forced them to pick a side between two which were led by lions and wingsmen.” Malikul rubbed his clean chin, thinking of nothing.

she said, finding my confused gaze again. "Aaron? But their nests are impossible to find. Not unless... light have mercy," I said, feeling like I'd been punched in the chest. "We're gonna go," Lills mumbled, getting to her feet. I nodded, too lost for words to find the one's that would make her stay. Scorchers were dangerous, a militia that stood outside the rules and laws the rest of us lived by. They were those who'd committed their lives to the destruction of every non human creature beyond the borders of the Diarna, the furthest mining town in the south. They married their work and bred for numbers. They were smart, strong and loyal to a fault and would rather see our entire world blaze

The engine didn't roar or sputter; it glided over the flooded gravel with a low, silky purr that sounded like a hunting predator. A massive, midnight-black Maybach pulled onto the muddy shoulder, stopping precisely five feet in front of my Honda. Its hazard lights began to flash—a rhythmic, amber pulse in the dark. The driver’s side door opened. An enormous black umbrella popped open with a crisp, authoritative thwack, shielding the figure that stepped out onto the flooded pavement. Julian Thorne stepped into the storm.

“You’re right. This will be your last meeting.” The voice of the shadow warrior captain interrupted, full of bloodthirst. “Because I’m going to kill you both here. You can reminisce in hell!” With that, the shadow warriors used their deadliest technique. Whoosh... In the blink of an eye, their figures blurred, powerful energy waves surrounding the area. For a moment, the surroundings were filled with their shadows. “Andrius, look out!” Lyra cried out in alarm. “They’re Martial Emperor realm experts and are especially skilled in assassinations.”

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

“Surrender your pack. Kneel, and I will spare the children.” Raven tilted her head, Shadow pulsing around her. “You think fear will break me?” The Wraith’s smile was cold. “It always does.” Raven lifted her blade, letting Shadow slide along the steel, black flames licking along the edge. “We are Shadowstorm,” she said, voice low but clear. “And we don’t kneel.” Lightning cracked in Ragnar’s palm, a sharp scent of ozone filling the air. The Wraith’s smile vanished. “So be it.”