Sonic Tails Knuckles Shadow Silver Novels & Stories

“Then let’s not keep them waiting.” The first Shadowborn lunged. Kael moved like a storm, his blade slicing through the air, severing the creature’s arm before it could reach him. The Shadowborn screeched, its form flickering, but another took its place, lunging at his back. I lifted my hand, and my power answered. Silver light burst from my palm, slamming into the creature before it could reach Kael. The impact sent it flying backward, its form disintegrating into mist before it could even hit the ground.

The jewelry piece slid down her arm, the cold sensation of the metal pressing against her skin. “Your birthday gift.” Seated, Roy rolled over and pulled on his shirt offhandedly. Willow’s downcast eyes fell on her phone. The clock just struck twelve, and it was October 19th. It was not her birthday, though. “Thank you.” Willow leaned closer to wrap her arms around Roy’s arms and pecked him on the cheek. With the phone ringing, Willow glanced over while Roy beat her to take the call. “Roy…” Sierra Burton’s whimpers echoed in the cramped car space.

Diamond stuck her tongue out her human. Kydence being the Shadow Guard she is, she climbed down the tree and silently sat down next to her male. He had his eyes closed, Kydence watched for a few minutes, she couldn’t help but trace her fingertip along his scar from the middle of his forehead, it ran down his left eye to right below his left ear.

Instead, their metal doors were stamped with a bright, shining symbol made of solid silver: a howling wolf head surrounded by three sharp silver swords. It was the Silver Crest. This was the official, terrifying emblem of the global Lycan Council. The vehicles stopped in a perfect line in front of the main building. The doors opened, and six elite Council executioners stepped out into the freezing wind. They wore heavy black leather coats with silver buttons, and their faces were completely covered by dark iron masks. They moved with a synchronized, chilling speed, their boots making heavy, rhythmic thuds against the white snow. Behind them walked a tall, older wolf with long white hair and

Corin hit the ground hard, gasping for air. "You?" The Shadow laughed. "You think you can hurt me?" My hands lifted. The gold answered. It didn't just glow this time. It blazed. Light burst from my skin, flooding the cavern, brighter than the torches, brighter than anything. The Shadow recoiled, one arm coming up to shield his eyes. For the first time – he looked vulnerable. "Now!" I shouted. Kael moved. Faster than I'd ever seen him. The silver blade drove straight into the Shadow's chest.

And a single line of text. Marry him tomorrow, and your brother dies that night.

As tears flowed through his deep blue eyes, he folded his fingers and pulled his hand down. His messy hair was shining in the moonlight. Silver was rather short for a 15-year-old boy, 4 ft. 3 inches. He also had a distinct but small scar just above his left eyebrow. He was wearing a black T-shirt with a bird symbol on the back and grey pants. A black bracelet with a single glass-like white stone encircled his left wrist. His name was Silver, just like his hair.

And all she could do now was defend. She could see that this new attack carried twice the amount of power compared to the one earlier. And that meant that she couldn’t just handle this with her inner energy coat. So she countered with a skill she didn’t need to prepare herself to execute. A special skill much like Silver’s Distort. It was called Sonic Blast. Opening her mouth widely, she inhaled a sharp breath of air, and then violently coughed out this air. But what came out wasn’t a gust of wind. What was returned was a powerful blast that struck against Mane’s blades and did exactly what the skill was named – cause a blast!

He extended his scarred arm without hesitation. ​I watched in a state of paralyzed horror and awe as Silas used a small, obsidian shard to cut away the remaining bandages on Thorne’s hand. The crystal core glowed with a sudden and violent intensity as it was exposed to the silver air. Silas took a deep breath and braced himself against the stone. He plunged his own left hand into the liquid silver while his right hand gripped Thorne’s wrist with a crushing force.

She’s still wearing the black t-shirt and jeans from this morning, but makeup plasters her face. Trex grunts and starts striding back and forth in my head. ‘I hate that shit. She doesn’t need it,’ Trex snarls and begins clawing at me to take over. ‘What the fuck’s going on with her eyes?’ He growls, and it’s then that I notice Silver’s orbs are a brilliant shade of Sapphire blue and aren’t changing hues.