Shadowvanilla Comic Novels & Stories

He didn’t stop moving, even in chains. “You’re not ready for what’s coming,” He hissed. I leaned in. “Then teach me.” We dragged him to the second van. Black hood, and stripped gear. Vipers scattered. Some fell back, some still fighting shadows in the west dock lane. The whole place fell silent again. Crates swaying. Salt air humming. Only the steel creak of retreating breath remained. We had them both. But this wasn’t a victory. Because Lorenzo had walked into a lie…

Damien was more laid back for his payment to do his set. “I cannot wait to hear the legend about the Shifters of Cyprus. I heard it was amazing from one of my friends who had attended this comic set before,” one of the chicks said as she was talking with her friends. Zack strained his ears, using his acute hearing to listen to the information that was floating around as he was making his way to his table. He was not going to lie about his enhanced genetics—it was awesome to spy on people without them knowing it.

"My treat." "On my way!" Tara whooped, hanging up. Shama jumped off her bed and threw on fresh clothes. Before rushing out, she paused at the door and glanced back at her room, where the comic book lay open on her bed. With a smile, she shut the door behind her. As soon as the door clicked shut, an unsettling silence filled the room. The comic book glowed softly, its pages flipping on their own as the ink slowly vanished, leaving the paper blank. From the darkness, a voice whispered: "It’s time."

The size of the cracks increased continuously and became Spatial Black Holes. Instantly, Yvan’s body flew backward, and he spat out blood. In the meantime, the shadow continued going after Xuri. Taking a step, the shadow appeared behind Xuri and thrust out his palm. Xuri turned around and did the same. Once again, Xuri and Lothar’s palms collided. This time, the shadow flew away. On the other hand, Xuri could not help but stumble backward. She stumbled so hard that the Endlos Void behind her broke. As she stumbled, countless cracks appeared on her body. Nonetheless, she used her power to preserve her body, preventing more cracks from forming.

he smirks as he shrugs "Not really cause with vanilla you can turn it into any flavor you feel like and that is amazing to me," I say falling back into my bed. Feeling contentment for the first time in a while I turn to him "Xavier" I whisper out "Don't push it" he says warningly "My bad, Shadow," I say rephrasing it "Yes sweetheart" "I still know nothing about you or your childhood I just know the basics like your favorite book is The Laws of Power, your favorite ice cream is choc-mint, you love your mafia and you like me," I say resting my head on my arm facing him completely

I unrolled it just to see the map of the Forbidden Land. “I- I have to find Vlash.” I suddenly utter after rolling the map again. I am about to walk out of the cave when I see a shadow of someone coming in. I waited for a few moments so that the light from the cave’s mouth will not burn my eyes. I gasp seeing Vlash coming towards me holding a lifeless bird in a size of a chicken and its colored brownish while blood is falling from its head into the floor. “Vlash!” I utter in surprise as relief come over me seeing that he is doing fine.

The thick silver wires snapped back with a loud crack, curling away like dying spiders as the heavy iron lid swung open, releasing a blast of ancient, freezing dust. “Reach inside,” Silas ordered, his breathing turning shallow. “Pull out the leather wrapping. Handle it with your palms, Victoria. The parchment is fragile.” I slid my hands into the dark opening, lifting a thick, heavy roll of coarse gray wolf skin stained with shimmering black ink. “This isn't human paper.” “It is the hide of the first shadow vanguards. They carved the history into their own skin when the first wars ended. Unroll it on the stone pedestal. Look at the text at the top.”

I'm probably never going to read books again. And she was right. Gojou Satoru is the complete example of what a child from Cream and Chocolate would be. As the credits of the last episode rolls down, I look down my shoulder "Vanilla, I—" She's sleeping, tiny snores leaving her lips with her mouth slightly open while her hair rests around her mouth— And she looks she's nibbling on it. That makes me smile before I poke her nose "Hey" "No" She groans "Don't take away my sandwich"