Sir Lancelot Shadow Novels & Stories

The crown had chosen for her. Worse—Isolde lay collapsed in the dirt, clutching her chest where a shard of shadow had grazed her. Blood stained her lips. “Mother!” Serena cried, snapping back to herself, horror freezing her veins. The crown pulsed. Once. Twice. Then its voice slithered through her veins. “Friend, foe… all the same. All bow. All bleed.” --- Lucian and Elias Together Lucian roared, his wolf exploding in fire, carving through the shadow storm. Elias surged beside him, lightning sparking across his fur.

"Do you see now, little wolves? Even your ancestors knew the price of their folly. You cannot win." The shadow manifested in the center of the shrine, a swirling mass of darkness with piercing red eyes. It towered over them, its presence suffocating. "You’ve come so far," it taunted, "only to fail as they did. Surrender the Heart to me, and I may spare your miserable lives." "Not a chance," Lucas snarled, stepping forward. "We’ve come to end this." The shadow laughed, a sound that echoed through the shrine like thunder. "Foolish child. Very well. Let us see how strong your resolve truly is."

I said. “Damn. That must be why the Triplets are either in or out or there's a cloud of darkness following them. They must really believe you wrote this.” Luca said. “Why don't you explain yourself?” “Jackson.” I supplied. Luca paused and nodded. “Yeah, makes sense. He lets his anger get the best of him.” he agreed. “What do you need help with?” “I want to find out everyone who is capable of copying a handwriting as perfectly as this.” I said.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Marcel's maroon eyes turned into silver colored eyes in slit form as he opened his mouth to hissed at the Shadows before placing his palm on the wall of his room. It had disappeared. "Sir, sir," the Shadow spoke in a strange language. "That person…." The words hooked on his throat. The larger lead Shadow craned his neck at the right hand Shadow. "What is it, Sir?" Just as he was about to speak, the noises of something thudding on the ground resounded everywhere, followed by a distinct his. The right hand Shadow first looked around his sides with his flame covered hand before speaking. "Sir, I think the young man is planning to hunt us."

With her eloquent behavior, she greeted the rest of them and silently sat at the leader's seat. The fact that Shadow didn’t go nuts put him in a difficult situation. He did everything and evaluated her expression because honestly, only her reaction mattered. Malikul wasn’t an important factor. He was acting as Shadow’s bodyguard. The man next to Shadow was Sir Lionhart, the loyalist soldier of the king, a commoner that uplifted into a noble and got the title Baron. He was the strongest supporter of the royal family and loved Shadow dearly. Lionhart took it upon himself to escort Shadow personally under the pretext of protecting the already strong Shadow.

Amelia's packmates tensed beside her, ready to spring into action. But Amelia extended a hand, urging caution. "We won't be swayed by your twisted ideals. We are united by loyalty and love, not darkness and despair." The Shadow Lord's glowing eyes narrowed beneath his hood, an unsettling smirk playing at his lips. "You speak of love as if it can save you. Allow me to enlighten you about the true nature of reality." With a flick of his wrist, the Shadow Lord conjured a powerful blast of dark energy, hurling it toward Amelia and her allies. The force of the impact sent them sprawling back, their bodies crashing into the cold stone floor.

Its blade was warm against my back. "She is not our enemy," Lysander said. "The shadow is. We cannot forget that. We cannot let our fear turn into hatred." I walked among the warriors, speaking to them, calming them, meeting their fearful eyes. "Lorna is not our enemy," I said. "The shadow is. The shadow is using her, just as it used Marcus, just as it used my mother. She is not herself. She cannot control what she does. She is a prisoner in her own body."

That was when Sir Hunder took it up o himself to tell Sir Shadow that he takes some rest or he will take his knighthood from him. Sir Shadow had left and was now resting at his home near the main castle. Since Sir Shadow has been close to me and Barlion, Sir Hunder didn't want him to be alone so he sent another knight with him and for now, the wild Sir Dominic would be my personal guard until Sir Shadow returns. In short, it had been stressful. And now as I stared at Lord Jeremy, I felt worse.

“Do you really think your shadows can overpower the light? My light?” Thalion laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. “Light is nothing but a temporary illusion, my old friend. It flickers and fades. Shadows endure. Or… have you forgotten our good old days?” He extended his hand, and the walls of the chamber trembled. Grotesque figures emerged from the stone, phantoms of despair that howled and screeched as they launched themselves at Lucifer. Trying its best to inflict damage upon him.