Ship Shadow Novels & Stories

"I know." "Well, I have some news," she says. "Chicago's buzzing with talk. Whispers that someone’s looking for something with enough leverage to rebuild at least half of Malcolm's old network. They’re saying the new boss... someone they call Shadow or something, is relentless in his pursuit for it and he’s sure Malcolm willed it to you." I scoff. “As if I’d ever take anything Malcolm wills to me.” A pause. "Any idea who this Shadow is?" "Asides the fact that he apparently has a thing for cliché ass names? No. No one seems to know what his real name is, or what he even looks like. He just gives assignments through proxies, payments wired clean. Whoever he is, he's careful... and he's close."

She then hangs up the phone. I had been waiting for almost 4 minutes when Pavi send me a message that they had arrived at my building. I climbed to the rooftop and saw Shadow wearing a black hooded robe with shackles on his wrist and ankle and a chain connected around his neck, with six S-rank assassins guarding him and the chopper they rode into. I feel sorry for him. He is in that situation because of me. When they saw me approaching, they immediately bowed. “kare wo kaihou suru.”

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

Right after I spoke, Isolde screamed, pulling one assassin her way. Thorne moved back to shield her. All his focus was on Isolde, and he did not see another assassin coming at me. I could feel the poison coursing through my veins. My sight was fuzzy, and I was quickly losing my grip on consciousness. Through the blur, I thought I saw someone bravely step in front of me and kick the assassin's blade away... When I woke up, my four friends who might one day be more than just friends were all by my bedside.

Without thinking, he let it rise. His shadow beneath him shifted—lengthened—until it flared outward like a living thing. Dark tendrils lashed from it, striking at the shapes around him. Each one it touched burst apart, scattering like smoke in wind. When the last dissolved, the circle dimmed. The silver threads cooled. The silent figure stepped forward. They regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So. The blood still runs true.” Eolan caught his breath, his ribs aching where the shadow’s strike had landed. “What was that?”

I am what you could be," the shadow said. "What you should be. Unlimited. Unchained. Free." "Free to destroy everything I love." "Free to stop pretending you are something you are not." The shadow circled me. "You chain yourself with mercy. With compassion. With love. But those chains make you weak. Vulnerable." "They make me human." "You are not human." The shadow's smile was cruel. "You are Shadowborn.

"The Red Blood... it’s the future. You’re the one who’s going to build the world that doesn't need a Save File. But shadows... shadows belong in the past." "Silas, don't you dare," I hissed, my heart beginning to fracture. "Don't you dare give me a 'Heroic Ending.' We’re a team. We’re the Flame and the Shadow." "And the Shadow's job is to protect the Flame from the cold," Silas said. Before I could react, he slammed his palm into my chest. He didn't use a blade; he used a **Shadow-Push**. I was launched backward, flying toward the closing portal of the farmhouse door.

“The shadows. They like you. That’s why the shadow spawn have grown so attached to their Lady.” “I don’t understand.” “The shadow spawn—you’re their Lady. Just like Marian has hers, though my sister’s barely speak or touch her; they only serve. Yours even bathe you. I heard about it,” he teases. “What does that have to do with these ones clinging to my feet?” “The shadow spawn aren’t from our world; they live in another dimension. But their shadows always linger near their Ladies. The ones rubbing against your feet right now are their shadows—they follow you, listen to you, and whenever you need them, they call the spawn back to serve their Lady.”

"We've got problems. The vampire forces haven't backed off after the rescue. They're pushing harder against the barriers. And they're pissed." "Why isn't the outside world noticing any of this?" I asked. The question had been bothering me all morning. Gunfights, explosions, people getting kidnapped - how was none of this making the news? Ysara looked up from where she was monitoring the magical connection between Eden and Jace. "The Shadowshield," she explained, wiping silver blood from her hands. "It doesn't just hide us from supernatural detection. It warps human perception of events inside the barrier zone." "What do you mean?"

It was her first time in love and she desperately wanted to feel loved. Fire blazed in Scar's eyes, and he knew what she was going to say before the words came from her mouth. "I want to come with you Damon." "Absolutely not," Damon and Shadow said at the same time. Damon glanced at his shoulder at Shadow , who he hadn't known was there. He was dressed in a sleek black bodysuit to aid mobility in human form, and to allow him to easily shift into a wolf if it came to that. Just like all the other shifters here.