Ten Shadows Technique Novels & Stories

“The Shadow Movement Technique is an ancient high-level secret art. Extremely rare. Extremely difficult to master.” “When cultivated to the intermediate level, the user can temporarily merge into surrounding shadows and move unseen for a brief period.” The young woman looked stunned. “And if mastered completely?” she asked quickly. The Alpha inhaled softly before replying. “Rumors say that at the mastery stage… the user can travel instantly between shadows like teleportation.” Her mouth opened wide in disbelief. “How can a technique be that heaven-defying?” The Alpha chuckled faintly. “My daughter, the ancient world was far more terrifying and mysterious than the current era.”

signature: cold, precise, and fundamentally transactional. Avery Vane-Thorne was in the A****n Deep-Node when the stutter hit. She felt it as a violent "System-Shock." The silver-violet veins in her arms flared a harsh, neon blue—the color of the old Thorne-Ares logos. "Tommy, report," Avery projected, her neural-link straining against a new, artificial layer of encryption that was blooming within the Sombra’s code like a digital weed.

“They are not fully in this reality! Cassian, you have to anchor them! Use the shadows to give them weight!” ​I didn’t need to be told twice. I reached into the darkest corners of my soul and pulled the Void outward. I didn’t try to strike them; I tried to clothe them. I wrapped the crawling creatures in a thick, heavy blanket of shadow, forcing them to occupy a single point in space and time. ​It worked. As the shadows took hold, the creatures became solid, their pale skin turning a dull, bruised gray. ​“Now, Thorne!” I roared.

What kind of delusion was this? "Well then, let me see if you have the strength to back up those words," Theo said, casually waving his hand. Black smoke swirled around him as the phantom of some unknown demon god materialized behind him, looking incredibly fierce. This was the Evil Shadow Sect technique that both Norm and Willow had once practiced—the Impermanence Mystical Shadow Technique. It was a cultivation method centered on visualizing Nefarious Spirits. The higher the cultivation and power of the visualized spirit, the more formidable the technique became, though it also demanded correspondingly high cultivation and comprehension from the practitioner.

All she could do was make up for the time that she neglected. She stared at the end of the field again, where the flag was supposed to stand. It’s been over a century since she unveiled such a technique. It’s not efficient for a direct attack, but it’s best for infiltration. She’s the only one who could do it, for it’s a technique that used both life- and shadow-energy. By linking herself to the environment, and imagining the things she needed to accomplish in a short amount of time—five to ten seconds, specifically—the dimension of reality would start to underline her thoughts, and within a blink, it would come true.

The clock ticked for the 10th time, The shadows looked at each other, then like an arrow set free, they charged for the second time, faster than before. “Fine,” I whispered. “If I die… so be it.” different techniques Damon had taught me for inside my head at the same time, the world slowed for a moment, and in that time I could vaguely perceive the likely movement of the shadows as the advanced crossing the huge arena in just a hair's breath.

They had made considerable progress; she was actually very pleased with the initial progress. It was around midnight when the wrecker hauling the shell that would be Jackson’s car arrived. It was under a tarp so it couldn’t be seen, but once it was in the garage the tarp came off. The bodywork had already been completed but it was a blank canvas. It was completely gutted, no seats, no dash, it was literally a shell. Jackson would be able to design everything on his own from scratch, she knew his skills if anyone could do it her brother could. Deanna herself had turned the Chapel into a first-class studio with the small office at the back of the chapel being turned into a darkroom. The lighti

However, if one would squint enough, he could make out a humanoid shape in blue--the lack of heat already told everything he needed to know. "We have a Type-1 Non-Spectral Entity, a malevolent one. It was confirmed that the Hostile Paranormal Entity is not a Ghost or a Spectre of any previous living persons. It was a Black Entity." He grinned. "Your objective was easy. Each of you will carry a handheld Anti-Thaumaturgic Shield device that you are to plant in the bottom of the river itself. The effect of a single device would be enough to deter the Black Entity from manifesting again. As usual, Cutoff Teams will be deployed fifteen kilometers away from the target area to eliminate or detain e

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Ava made a good choice with her. Ava’s other selection still gave Vescovi pause. He watched Daniel as he charmed the weapons they had to make them lethal to the shadows. The runes on the guns glowed a dull orange. Ebbing and dimming. The motion made their weaponry seem as if they were living, breathing things with heartbeats. Upon impact, the bullets reduced the shadows to nothing; the blades cut through them like paper.