Romans & histoires Sung Jin-woo Strongest Shadows

His dark, soulless eyes pierced straight through me, and an uncontrollable tremor shook my limbs as a sadistic smirk stretched across his lips. "You are coming right back home to me, Raegan," he sneered. Before the words could fully process, a sharp, white-hot flash of agony exploded in my abdomen as his fist struck my stomach with brutal force. His mocking laughter echoed through the empty lot as my vision began to fracture. I felt my weakened body being lifted off the ground, and right before the suffocating darkness completely swallowed my consciousness, I managed to force a final, venomous phrase past my lips. "Fuck you... Archie."

The sky still hung dark with storm when the enemy surged again. The first wave had been repelled, but the ground beyond the walls now thrummed with renewed, chaotic energy. Shadows twisted unnaturally across the courtyard as the corrupted First Alpha revealed himself, massive and jagged, his aura a pulsing, dark storm that made the air thick with menace. Selene’s chest heaved, the Omega pulse within her screaming, demanding release. She felt it claw through every fiber of her being, a raw, untamed force that had been restrained for centuries, now roaring to life. Her icy-blue silver eyes flared, threads of shimmering light tracing across the sky as if the dawn itself responded to her.

And jealousy, once seeded, is never harmless. At meals, they spoke in soft voices, low enough that only those sitting closest could hear. “She hides behind his strength,” one said. “Without him, she is no more than a shadow.” Another would nod, adding, “And yet she stands as commander, while the rest of us are asked to bow.”

"It's been melted. That's your murder weapon. What's left of it anyway," "How can you tell?" the tech asks, a slight tremble in his voice. He knows her too. She gives him a quick once over before saying, "Trust me, that's your murder weapon," He nods, not daring to argue with her. No one with half a brain would argue with Jocelynn Sanches. The woman is a force to be reckoned with. Everyone, colleagues and criminals alike, are terrified to death of her. I would be lying if I said I was not one of them.

"They say that our best killer, the elite of elites, wasn't able to kill him more than twice, but now they are sending someone that's going to finish the job for real." I frown at him. He doesn't seem to realize that the best killer is the one talking with him right now. I'm not about to tell him though. I feel happy that he doesn't notice me because that's definitely going to make me feel embarrassed to continue talking. "They say he's quite a problem too, the Shadow Fang," he says. "Soon I'll be as skilled as that best killer, whoever she is," he continues, his eyes glimmering with admiration. "But I'll be more skilled, and I'll take down whatever enemy I come against, no matter what."

I look up at him. “What was that?” I ask, and he smiles at me, the fire around his irises melting away. “Shadow fire.” He answers softly, then closes his eyes once again. “I’ve never seen it before,” my tone matches his. “Have you always been able to do that?” “No, it’s a recent development, and by recent, I mean three years. I’m trying to get a hang of it, but I haven’t been able to control it. I control shadows, manipulate them as I please. Everything that is a shadow is mine, but shadow fire is difficult to wield, and it’s taking far longer to control, even longer than controlling souls; people.”

“Hyun Jin can’t fight much, he is too weak. Young Ho has used most of his power in Eric’s treatment and he is getting weaker, so, he can’t blow everyone away. Min Jun and Jaemin only knows killing. I am feeling bad after listening to you. Blood Moon is your own clan who doesn’t know the truth. Killing them will only hurt you. There is only one thing left” said Jisung after summarizing the whole situation in his head.

He told me that he didn't see the goodness I am seeing. 'Brother you were right. Can you forgive me for being stupid? Forgive me brother. Forgive me, I am so sorry. I am sorry.' Tears rolled down as my eyes closed slowly. I didn't hear their voices anymore. I saw a bright light, it shone so bright that it was almost blinding. I smiled and said. 'Mother, father, brother, I am on my way to you.' If there is ever a next life, i will take everything and take more. I will never be this foolish to be too trusting.

“So what are they trying to accomplish?” “Well apparently there are seven elements that make up something super strong, they are not sure what you are yet, they are working on it.” She said chewing her food. “They thought making you bound to Dremis would help him find out more about you, but it just made you sick so nothing helped.” “Good, I thought he was going to be in my head.” She said taking a deep breath. “We need to get our magic shields up, make it harder for him to get to us again,”

Lila whined through Mist, her voice gentle but fierce, emotions overwhelming: empathy for the injured driving her, fear of the shadow's tendrils twisting her gut, bond with Alya anchoring her courage as she glanced at Ember. Soren wielded his lunar staff near the rear, the moonstone tip flaring blue as he banished a shadow tendril lashing from the altar, his silver-streaked hair catching the moonlight, brown eyes wise and steady. "The god's illusion—strike the source!" he rumbled, his deep voice echoing off the walls, emotions paternal: pride in the pack's valor, concern for their safety making his staff swing with precision.