Sombras Tenebrosas 2 Novels & Stories

Magic rolled outward in a perfect circle, bowing the trees, shaking the earth, and ripping sound out of the air. The Aswang shrieked. “You don’t know what you—” “Enough,” she whispered. It started to burn. White fire without flame, light without heat, and a shadow flaked apart from its limbs. “Tamawo,” it hissed. “We are coming. We smell the crack. We smell him. We smell—” She stepped forward, and the last pieces disintegrated. Silence slammed down. Her knees buckled. Umbra caught her, but darkness swallowed everything.

He flipped the latches, revealing a thermal imaging array and a drone kit that looked more like military hardware than civilian tech. "The Board is using a new satellite network," Dante said, his fingers dancing over a keypad with terrifying speed. "They call it *Argus*. It can see the heat signature of a cigarette from three hundred miles up. If I go back with you, I can blind them. But it won't be enough." "What else?" "They’ve hired the *Sombra*," Dante said, looking up, his milky eyes full of a sudden, sharp dread. "The Spanish mercenaries. They don't use teams. They use attrition. They’ll burn the valley until there’s nothing left to defend."

I sensed a surge, Nyra's presence and pried it open. My fingers skimmed page after page until I found it. Tenebrium: The Path of the Hollow Flame. A forbidden rite calling upon celestial darkness—light tainted by loss, grief, and vengeance. This rite allows the user to trade part of their soul for immortality or control over deathless shadows. Once begun, it cannot be undone. I stared at the page, my head spinning as I went over the words again. My hand trembled as I closed the book. A cold sliver of fear slipped down my spine. Selene wasn’t just playing in darkness. She was preparing for war.

The air felt heavy with power, thick and charged with an unnatural energy that made the hair on Lara's arms stand on end. Thana’s minions, creatures born of darkness and ancient curses, stirred from the edges of the clearing. Their twisted forms emerged from the shadows, hunched and grotesque, their eyes gleaming with a sickly yellow light. They moved like shadows themselves, their elongated limbs barely making a sound as they gathered in a wide circle around the altar where Lara lay bound. The eerie quiet that had lingered over the clearing was shattered by their sudden, discordant noise—a grotesque symphony of guttural growls, snarls, and hisses.

It creaked as it opened the sound echoing through the initial silence. Once in, the stench of decay and stale smoke hit us like a physical force, but I didn’t flinch. It was a labyrinth of half-light and clutter, the space filled with the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of metal. The men inside hanged around on tattered furniture or clustered around makeshift tables, their eyes immediately shifting towards us with a mix of curiosity and respect. Levi, the boss of this dark haven, stood apart from the rest. His bearded face was a canvas of scars and shadows, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating intelligence that had earned him his place at the top.

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

I set the phone down beside the obsidian runes and turned back to the vision. Lucas’s aura flickered around him in the water—light corrupted by darkness, gold tinged with black. The corruption was spreading faster than I anticipated. Every time he got closer to Bennett, it grew. Every time he failed to protect himself, it deepened. Soon Lucas would come crawling to me, begging for help. And eventually, when the bond cracked wide open, I would harvest its energy and drink it down like the finest wine. Two Alpha souls, twisted into madness and need? That kind of power could tear kingdoms apart.

"Shadow Wolves aren't just spirits." "Shadow Wolves come in two forms," Dagmar nodded. "Those that are from the shadow realm. They are no different from you or your mate except that they exist only in the shadows. They also can't be seen by everyone, only the supernatural can see them. They also can't be summoned and only obey their ruler. That's where the second form comes in. "Hybrids are extremely rare. I've only heard of a handful of hybrids existing but when it comes to the second type of shadow wolf, their existence is even rarer. You see, this particular shadow wolf doesn't live in the shadow realm. They are not completely a werewolf either."

"Earlier before fainting I heard so many screaming and painful voices of the shadows that were too much for me to take and bear and made me pass out. I found myself standing in the palace of vampires and shadows. I was standing between the portal of them. They both were connected to one another and there I saw two persons sitting on the throne. A man named Dimitri and woman named Felicity making out on the throne. I wanted to kill them myself but it was Easton’s soul holding me back from doing that then I saw your face. At one moment it was your face and another moment it was Easton’s. Could it be possible that we are the Minerva and Easton from the past and taken rebirth?” “Rebirth?” I burs

As in our previous lives, my sister and I were held captive, unable to move, by chains inscribed with ancient runes that locked away our spirits. The Demons' commander burst into raucous laughter, taunting the Celestial Guards, saying, "Be smart and scurry back to your Celestial Realm. I've only come for the Twin Flowers of Chaos this time. If anyone's feeling brave, step right up!" I surveyed the crowd; they were battered and bloodied, their spirits nearly broken, and nobody dared to make a move. It had been ages since a new God of War had risen in the Celestial Realm, leading to this dire predicament.