Skylanders Nightshade Novels & Stories

So what was so special about this baby girl that Chloe had been dragged by the shadows to witness her birth? She is a shadow wolf… “Chloe?” Bobby’s voice broke through the storm of thoughts trouble Chloe, pulling her back to the here and now. “Is everything okay?” “Mhm,” Chloe nodded. “Why?” “Well,” The vampire shifted awkwardly, their ethereal blue eyes jumping away from the she-wolf momentarily before looking back at her again. “You’ve been standing here staring at Ursula’s door for a couple of minutes now and haven’t answered a thing I’ve asked.”

“That sounds like you want to . . . I don’t know. Consume me.” The Thing’s eyes lit with a dark fire. “Yes. It is something like that. But don’t worry, my precious one. It will be painless.” His hands—his terrible clawed hands—reached for her and she closed her fingers into fists and thought, I must do something. Magic, do something! Four shots rang out. Hendricks’s face froze. His mouth opened and blood spilled over his chin and then he crumpled to the ground. “Lauren!”

I pulled the small sphere from my coat, its surface glowing faint blue from the powder within. Manolya’s fingers brushed mine as I pressed it into her palm. “Keep this close. It is Nightshade. Use this to defend yourself. It’s Nightshade, and it will bring your enemies to their knees and paralyze your opponents. If you are a good girl and do it really well, they will also die while hallucinating. " She shivered. “It looks… dangerous.” “It is,” I said with a wicked smile. “So use it wisely.” The twins hovered behind, eyes wide with envy. “Why does she get something cool?” Adem blurted.

Elena pushed the heavy armored door open, stepping down into the cold morning wind of the Nightshade square. The moment her boots hit the stones, a collective gasp rippled through the ranks of the Nightshade pack. The broken, naked girl they had watched being dragged away in chains just days ago was completely gone. Elena stood tall, clad in sleek, dark tactical leather that emphasized her powerful, shifted stance. The silver light of her Moonlight wolf pulsed subtly beneath her skin, giving her long brown hair an ethereal, shimmering quality under the morning sun. She looked less like an exile and more like an invading conqueror.

"Latest model, untraceable." I examined the device, noting its quality and likely expense. "Why white?" Florian's expression turned defensive. "You don't like it? I can get another color." "No, white is perfect," I clarified quickly. "It's easier to hide from my family. They'd notice a black phone immediately, but white blends with my room decor." Understanding dawned in his eyes. He took the phone back, efficiently setting it up while I observed him. Florian Nightshade was a study in contradictions. Volatile yet controlled. Capable of incredible strength but gentle when touching my injuries. He'd been ready to fight Brandon at the restaurant, yet showed remarkable restraint minutes later.

he asked, holding it up casually. I shook my head quickly, trying to lean away despite being trapped as he sat opposite me again. “No—Riko—don’t—” He flicked the syringe lightly, watching the liquid settle. “This is Nightshade,” he said. “It’s a potion my uncle made.” I stared at it, my pulse pounding in my ears. “It weakens werewolves,” he continued. “Saps their strength. Makes them… docile.” My stomach twisted as I felt my wolf pull further and further away as if she was also scared. Coward! I need your help! I said to her but she only cowered more, ever since the rejection it was hard to reach her.

he said. “I guess I’ll see you in four days then,” I said to him. “Oh and you might want to stock up on some Silver-leaf Nightshade,” he said as he stood up with his laptop already back in the bag. “Why?” I asked him. “It’s the only thing that kills a vampire without you having to chop off their heads or rip their hearts out,” he said with a small smile. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I said to him. “I have a good feeling about you Lucas Grey,” he said and we shook hands.

The strange man sighed and folded his hands behind him. "My name is Xavier",he said and bowed his head a little at her. "And I'm a Shade" Layla frowned. A Shade? What did he mean? "Shadow warrior",Xavier said when he noticed the confusion in her eyes. "I'm a Shadow warrior, from the bloodline of the Ancient Shades. Shades are rare creatures who have the ability to become invisible, manipulate shadows and travel through time and space. Even into people's dreams" Layla's eyes flashed. So that's how he was able to get into her dreams, she thought.

Before I could answer his sarcastic remark, I felt two other presences stir. Fenrir, Colt’s wolf, and Odin, Draegan’s wolf. One by one, they emerged from the darkness of our minds, their massive forms taking shape around Raymond’s bed. Anubis appeared first, his midnight-black coat shimmering beneath the moonlight spilling through the windows, dark-gray stripe patterns running through his fur and catching the pale silver light. His blood-red eyes swept across the suite, sharp and alert as he took in every corner before finally settling on Raymond. The fierce intensity that usually burned behind his gaze softened as he approached the bed. He lowered his massive head, carefully gauging the spa

She rushed from the office the moment that I dismissed her. “Report?” I asked as I fixed my pants. He passed it right over to me and waited for my orders. It looked like the bastard really did pull off his ridiculous plan. He located his daughter, got a spy into the pack, and learned all of the vulnerabilities. The Nightshade pack housed a multitude of gifted wolves and had various supernatural species living within it too. It was an ultimate fucking prize. The report also said that he wanted us to make our way up there with our forces. We needed to enlist a hunter’s guild to make it easier to take the pack. They would gladly take money and a selection of supernaturals to experiment on as pa