Slugterra Shadow Clan Novels & Stories

he said enthusiastically. "Wow, that's awesome! I'm genuinely happy for you," I smiled at him. "What about you, Zoe? Have you found your mate?" Luna Irene interjected. "Not yet," I awkwardly chuckled. "Oh, Drake is the same. But you're both still young, and you have plenty of time to find your mates. Mates love and protect each other unconditionally; they are the most wonderful beings in the world," Luna Irene said, exchanging a loving glance with Alpha Joan.

Damien "Oh…… yeah! Fuck," I groaned and almost cum inside her but I immediately withdrew and pushed her away. She screamed and fell to the ground in tears. Ignoring her endless sobs, I pick up my phone that has been ringing endless on the side table. **The Shadow Cartel** our mafia group name flashing as the caller ID, gaining my attention. The Shadow Cartel was the largest and first mafia group to have ever existed in the whole world before *The Nightfall Legion* which was Alexander's own came into existence.

Shadow said after Rane gave him back control. “First of all, I don't miss. Don't ever insult me like that, and we don't have time for that right now. We have to go get the boys, those dragons are really trying to get to them now. I saw where they were aiming their fire, so that must mean that's where the boys are, so we need to go.” Shawna said picking up Storm, tucking him into her shirt, he immediately tried to attack her boobs. “Sorry stinkabutt we have to go get your brothers first.” Shawna said straighting him up inside her shirt. Shadow shifted back to Rane and waited for Shawna to get on. Shawna looked back at her cousin who was still holding the woman by the neck.

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.

“I told you not to try it.” “I don’t regret it,” I growl. “Anyway, put that aside. There’s good news,” he says, his eyes shining with excitement. “What is it?” I ask, genuinely curious. “The ShadowClaws… they’re falling.” A sly grin tugs at his lips. “A dangerous plague has struck them, and it only affects the men.” “Isn’t that great,” I smirk. “They’re helpless. And I heard their Alpha is searching for Hyera.” “Is that so?” A scoff escapes me. “We must start planning now. That pack will become mine.”

Silas roared, his voice amplified by the "Twin Frequency." From the shadows of the keep, the original Shadow Claws emerged. But they weren't the "Recycled Echoes" or the "Starlight Vanguards" anymore. They were the "Legacy of the Scars." Their bone-armor was stained with the blood of a thousand failed endings, and their obsidian blades carried the "Scent of the Rejected." Nyx stood at their head, his visor shattered, his eyes two solid pools of unmapped violet. He looked at the Shadow-Heir—the ghost of Kaelen’s "Weakness"—and didn't flinch.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Damian went after him to calm him down just in case he goes berserk and kills the ghouls in the Imperio. “If you crossed the border for her, there should be a reason, right?” Nerissa said, looking at Kiera. Her face was all red, her sweat was rushing down from her head to her neck. “She’s a bait to lure out the hunters,” said Solana. The hunters from humanity's border were the ones who massacred Solana’s entire clan. They were people who didn't abide by the rules and lived amongst mankind by their side of the border.

Leah “She betrayed me!” Trenton roared, surging to his feet. “She betrayed the pack! She should be punished for—” My shadows reacted before I made a conscious decision. They didn't erupt. Didn't explode outward the way they had when I'd fought Rayanna. They rose from my skin in slow, deliberate tendrils, curling upward from my shoulders like dark smoke, silent and controlled. The temperature in the room dropped several degrees. The candlelight on the table flickered and dimmed.

I didn't expect the latter to happen first. Thirty miles out, near the border of the Shadowlands—the lawless territory where the exiled wolves lived—my tires lost traction on the slick asphalt. The world flipped upside down. Metal screamed against the guardrail. Then, darkness.