Shikamaru Shadow Novels & Stories

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

she said, voice clipped Tokyo steel laced with proverbs, "you move like prey who learned to hunt. Sit. Tea?" Porcelain cup warmed my palms, steam curling like secrets. "Eiko Nakamura. SatoTech legend. What does the spider want with the fly?" Her fox-sharp features creased, not a smile but assessment. "Kenji's methods—family vintage. Orchestrated chaos for the empire. But you? Riddle first." She slid a lacquered box across the low table, engraved kanji pulsing. "Three shadows chase the moon. First devours light. Second mirrors truth. Third? Guards the dawn. Which binds Kenji?"

Gabriel took his position behind Julian’s right shoulder, a massive, unyielding shadow whose pale hazel eyes locked onto Moretti’s enforcers with a promise of immediate, violent death should any of them make a wrong move. "Take a seat, Julian," Roman Varga said smoothly, gesturing with his glass toward the empty chair. "Lorenzo was just explaining his theory on maritime succession." Julian pulled out the heavy leather chair and sat down, crossing one long leg over the other, resting his slender hands on the dark wood of the table.

Lord Ira: I don't know what you're thinking but there is no way that a human can last a whole week without sleeping even if he has the energy to last the whole journey. - Ban: Okay Done. Yup... These familiars will do.. Lux >> Storm Shadow 'S class' [ Dark Phoenix appearance, air and ground mobility. Rare S class shadow type, Wind manipulation, high air agility and medium ground agility. Strategic combat familiar. 100% immunity to physical attack, 75% spell immunity and 70% evasion rate. Unique shadow skill- Can hide in a caster's shadow only and increase power up in darkness. Unique skill- short distance teleportation.]

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

The shadows on the wall seemed to press in closer, darker now, like they were closing ranks around me. Was she right? I didn’t want to think so. Nikolai had changed. I’d seen it. Felt it in the way he touched me, protected me, confided in me. But the scars of his past still bled through sometimes. And Sienna… she wasn’t just a name in his history. She was a storm I’d been warned about. I looked down at my phone again, wishing it would light up. Wishing he’d call, say something—anything—to make the doubt fade.

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

She was patient, kind, exactly the kind of teacher the sanctuary needed. The twins, Mira and Cara, worked together like two halves of a whole. Their powers complemented each other—shadow and sound creating effects neither could achieve alone. They were stable, happy, and even. Garrett Shadowmere had found purpose after decades of guilt. He threw himself into training with single-minded focus, determined to master control so completely that another accident became impossible.

“I know you will, Maru. The sect only hopes that you will focus more on your studies and waive the annoyance of lining up for a Hilami in order to go up and down the mountains. Also, these magical beasts are the fastest you can find in the vicinity of the sect. They will serve you well in your stay within the Infernal Blood Sect. Follow me.” Corin’s mount flew into the horizon and disappeared in no time. “Quite fast indeed.” Maru thought. “Let’s go, Shadow!” he whispered unto the creature. As all things possess a name of their own, then it was also appropriate to give one to a magical beast in his possession. Since he couldn’t really call on Ash right now in fear of causing much attention to