Shiro Deadman Novels & Stories

Intrigued by this mysterious girl with silver hair and ember eyes, he resolved to get to know her better. Offering her a ride was his way of extending an olive branch, an invitation into his world. At first, Aqua hesitated, politely declining his offer. But as the heavens opened up and rain began to pour down in torrents, her resolve softened, and she accepted. The moment she climbed into his truck, Damon couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. The old Chevy pickup may have seen better days, but to Damon, it was more than just a vehicle—it was a symbol of his roots, a connection to his past. He drove it with pride, a tribute to his uncle, who had passed away. His uncle was the only one

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

Piero assassin of SORJON” Power_ILLUSION” Satano was given a command to kill the daughter of a sinner. Since then, I have been closely observing Lyca, utilizing my power of illusion to disguise myself as a student in order to follow her at school. My intention is to find the perfect opportunity to end her life. Recently, I witnessed her collapse after being possessed by NEXKOX, with their souls separating and leaving the sinner's body lifeless. The grandson of ZORNZON and a young vampire came to her aid, gently laying her on the ground. Seizing the moment, I immediately created an illusion of the sinner's grandfather, Xandros, and an elder LYRCAN. This allowed me to approach her and carry ou

I pushed open the door to the altar room. Moonlight streamed from a skylight, bathing the sacred space in a soft glow. Just as I was about to begin the ritual, my phone rang. An unfamiliar number. "Is this Healer Shelly?" an anxious voice crackled through the phone. "This is the Suncrest Pack. We heard… we heard you saved thirteen of your pack members today?" "Yes," I said, confused. "Please, you have to help us!" the voice was desperate. "The rogues… they hit us right after you. They used silver-laced blades on our pups. Our healers can't stop the poison, it's killing them!"

He hits the other eye of Daman before letting go of his weak body. Zayn got to his feet and turned away from him, breathing calmly and steadily. "You really think you can walk in and rule Baridoki? The kingdom that has never been defeated in war. Silas brought you and your warriors to your death" Daman silently rose to his feet and stared at Zayn from behind with his face covered in blood and two black eyes that made it almost impossible to see. His fingers grew into claws once again and he pulled forward to stab into Zayn but he saw it coming already.

I turned toward the dark, the white-gold fire in my eyes burning with a new, lethal promise. If Dante died in these tunnels, I wouldn't just destroy the Council. I would burn the entire world until there was nothing left but ash and Void. As Zora and Sora reach the entrance to the Mainframe, the "Shadow-Guard" steps out of the steam. It isn't a soldier or a robot. It is a man with silver hair and a clinical expression—Zora’s father, CEO Vane. But his eyes aren't the cowardly brown she remembers. They are a glowing, synthetic violet.

came me. “Kill them all!” The voices called out. I enjoyed the strength that was flowing through me, even though I had no understanding what was occurring. He coughed up blood and was panting for air. His black-stained lips and tongue were visible to me. He belonged to a small group of lethal mercenaries known as the Children of Shanahara. I once read about them in an old passage, but why was one attempting to murder me now when they were thought to have been exterminated long ago? His heart escaped his chest as I balled my fist. Someone was trying to assassinate me by employing a group of extinct assassins, so I had to find Dimitri and we had to leave immediately. Two additional black-clad

Not many guys could pull it off. Shamira growled. "Listen, I'm sure you're a nice man and all, but --" "I am a nice man with many enemies," he replied. "It does not take long for one in my profession to accumulate many such individuals, and they are not quite so noble as you or Shane. My death will allow me to be reborn, to serve the greater good, and to bring safety to my family. Being dead, there is no reason for some who have sought me to use my loved ones as leverage."

then he won’t make this power go to waste, he’ll kill Damein and take over everything he has. Around him, black candles burned low, their flames flickering unnaturally, bending and swaying despite the absence of wind. Shadows stretched across the walls, shifting like living things, creeping along the stone in silent anticipation. The room was not empty. Several of Death Valley’s highest-ranking members stood at a distance, their eyes fixed on the center. Warlords. Advisors. None of them were comfortable with anything happening here… Standing closest to the slab was Elaris. She held the blade in both hands.

And he remembered the woman who had helped him flee—the one who whispered in Old Shadowborne as the alarms blared: “I have a little girl here. Just a little younger than you. One day… I’ll do the same for her.” His heart thundered as he opened the drawer. File after file. Most redacted. Most stamped “Deceased.” But one wasn’t. Subject 21-B Status: Escaped | Presumed Dead Lineage: Dragon-enhanced | Shadowborne fusion | Mother: High-tier shadow sorceress (missing) Power Level: Suppressed due to magical trauma | Potential: Extreme | Instability: High Notable Traits: Heterochromia (blue/green), irregular freckles, reactive shadow aura.