Sonadow Shadow Uke Novels & Stories

Men sat in booths with their cigars and their secrets, watching us like they owned the place. And in the back, I saw her. Not like the others. She wasn’t drinking, wasn’t leaning back with her arm stretched across the booth. She was stiff, controlled, almost… out of place. A silk scarf wrapped around her head, sunglasses hiding half her face. Sunglasses in the dark. Weird. I didn’t have time to think about it. The spotlight found me, the beat dropped, and I started my routine. Arch, spin, slide. Smile. Pretend—but suddenly my hand slipped. My foot missed the grip, and I wobbled hard. For a second, I thought I might catch myself but gravity had other plans.

Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad! That poison could take down a werewolf, eating away at every vein and nerve, making them weaker and weaker until... It was the worst way I could think of to go. Things happened so fast. They aimed for my weak spots, and no matter how hard I had trained in the past, I could not take on so many opponents at once. "Thorne!" I yelled, my voice almost breaking. He whipped his head around and started to come over, but Isolde clung to him.

I lift her bridle style and then turn, sitting down in her chair and situating her in my lap so she can still look at everyone else while reaching for her drink. “Release Tempest,” Fox orders. Shadow aka Callum stands twirling his jet-black karambit knives in both hands. “With pleasure, mon fere,” he purrs from inside the black hood over his head that hides his scarred face in shadows. He is the most terrifying looking one of the Death Kings, but not the most feared. Shadow is talented when it comes to playing various musical instruments and the man has an ear for music. He started a band called The Kings of Death. They are a popular rock band who hid their identities behind skeletal makeup

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

My heart skipped a beat, knowing that he was about to introduce me. "Today, our Nightwalkers pack welcomes a new member, Zoe Ernest. Let us welcome Miss Ernest to the stage," his powerful voice resonated throughout the hall. My steps were quick, despite my legs feeling weak. All eyes in the room, including his, were fixed on me, intensifying my nerves. Standing at the podium, I deliberately avoided looking in his direction. Alpha Alis draped a cloak symbolizing the Nightwalkers pack over my shoulders, embroidered with the emblem resembling both a crescent moon and a sickle. I softly thanked Alpha Alis and then bowed to the audience as Aunt Mary had instructed. Amid the warm applause, I swift

“Just tell me why you’re here. Please.” I don’t expect him to step forward the way he does. My heart skips a beat, and I step back a few times while I ask myself what I’m doing. The man steps out of the shadows, tall and broad, his presence swallowing the space between us. He’s clad in dark clothes—black, from his boots to the long coat that flutters slightly with the breeze. The fabric is heavy, almost swallowing the light, but it moves like it’s part of him, like it carries a quiet power. His hands rest at his sides, gloved, as if he’s always ready to strike.

Ethan's father even has business deals with my dad, so it is obvious that Ethan is going to follow his father's footsteps one day, just like me. "For sure!" I exclaim. "That would be amazing." My phone shows a notification right then. When I open it, I see a text from Mr Turner. Mr Turner: On Wednesday, Mr Lockhart expects you to visit 'Black Spades' Casino and 'Night Shade' night club. You will be going there with Lucas. He will help you with the work. Damn. He has already decided that Lucas will go with me. It kind of makes me realise that whatever the temper tantrum Lucas had yesterday, it was valid. I should be understanding him at this moment.

He said, his voice soft as silk. He turned to Alexander, a dark glint in his eye. "Bring me the iron rod." He ordered sharply without hesitation. Alexander nodded and moved to the far corner of the dungeon, returning moments later with a long and heavy iron rod. The rogue's eyes widened as Alexander held it upward, the flickering torchlight reflecting off its shinning surface.

* *The shadow claims you… damn. A tiny, private thrill cut through the terror. She hit record for a quick voice note. “Episode Two teaser,” she whispered, her voice still husky from everything that had happened today. “When the shadow claims you, do you run… or let it swallow you whole?” She uploaded it, then closed the app. One small piece of her life that still belonged only to her. Her phone lit up with three new messages. Jake: *8 a.m. sharp. Or the video goes live.*

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each