Shadowstar Warriors Novels & Stories

You know what they want," I said. Of course, that's a given. There's no way Chen Lien doesn't know what Christopher Gale wants by staying around Claire after he knows Claire is with me. "So, what's bothering you this much?" "Do you remember when I said her family was slaughtered by Christopher Gale's Shadow Warrior?" "Of course. That's the worst part of someone using the Shadow Warrior to kill people who have nothing to do with the Pack's conflict." Chen Lien is right. As we know, the Shadow Warrior is a group of shadow soldiers only owned by The Moon Fall Pack to handle significant conflicts and serious issues that happen to their Alpha. But when the Shadow Warriors do such things to people

Alaris said and the shadow gave it to him, then he returned it to the shadow, who took it back and fell on a knee. The murmuring increased. This was nothing like they had ever seen before. “Savior! Savior! Savior!” Alaris held up a fist and they became quiet. “They are shadow warriors. Only seven of them can be created from the shadow of each of you. They will have your skills and none of your emotions; they will seek to protect you because your death would be the death of all your shadow warriors. However, my orders will be their priority. If you are to betray us, they will kill you. You cannot hide from them, after all, your shadow.”

he said, rubbing his arms. “Fine, but you get in my car,” I said firmly, wondering if I could even trust this dude. We got in the car and I blasted the heat. “All right so … what are you talking about,” I demanded. “Ever heard of ‘Sun Stroke’ I wonder," he said with a wicked grin, proud of himself. “Wha--what … what do you know about it,” I said in a whisper. Sun Stroke was one of the world’s most notorious hacker networks, completely elusive to law enforcement for years, and treated as a cult like religion or god to those who wanted to be part of it.

Elara stayed close to me, the cracked moonstone glowing faintly in her hands. The pack fought with everything left in them. The Warriors pushed back against the charging shadow army. Some wolves were wounded but still stood. Others had fallen and lay still on the ground. The air was thick with the sounds of steel on armor, howls of pain, and the constant roar of the battle. I shouted to the circle around me. “Hold steady! The echo is with us! Do not let them break through!” Jacob cut down another shadow wolf and glanced back at me. “Stay behind the line, Faye. We have this.”

The shadows around us rose like liquid. From them emerged dozens of warriors clad in ancient celestial armor. Their eyes were empty. "The Lost Guardians," Aurel whispered. "No..." "They've fallen too." The warriors surrounded us. Each still bore the crest of the Moon Goddess. Each had once been a hero. Now they served the Void. Wesley drew his sword. "Looks like we're not leaving quietly." "No," I replied. "We're leaving together." Moonfire burst from my body. The Crown of Luna blazed above my head.

Even if it wasn't related he hoped if he helped them then they would help him get answers. "Can I help you?" Sean, one of the Shadow Howler warriors asked as he looked at the large man. "My name is Lachlan. I'm a warrior from the Sentinel Warriors pack. I came here to see if I could offer the palace some assistance." Lachlan replied. Sean was a warrior, but next to Lachlan, he felt small. He saw the tattoo of bird wings making a circle around a wolf's head. All the warriors of the Sentinel Warriors had the same tattoo.

Shadows began to twist and writhe around the clearing, coalescing into dark figures. “Get ready!” Marinetta shouted, drawing her weapon as the dark figures materialized into shadowy warriors, their eyes glowing with malevolent light. The battle that ensued was fierce and chaotic. The shadow warriors attacked with swift, dark magic, their strikes aimed at overwhelming Marinetta and her team. Marinetta fought with precision, her movements fluid and graceful as she deflected the dark magic and struck back with bursts of radiant energy. Harley, fighting alongside her, unleashed powerful energy blasts, his attacks creating shockwaves that pushed back the shadow warriors. Despite their combined ef

A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Iconic. Bukky ducked behind a forklift and returned fire, barking curses in Spanish as he clipped two more. “Cover right!” The Shadow King yelled, diving low. The fight was brutal, quick, but the Shadows were built for this. Shadows don’t blink. They don’t panic. And then, like thunder rolling in, their secret roared to life. Antonioni signaled. A whistling whine pierced the air thickly. From behind a metal crate, one of his boys hoisted it, and two controlled it from their ends.

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.