The Legend Of Shadow High の小説・ストーリー

•|•|• In the Black Years, they came. When we were lost, and the Shadows mocked us. With them came light and hope. Tell me, how do we repay the heavens for sending their angels? •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] A strangled gasp tears from my throat as I fight for air, the feel of the cold hard ground beneath me as I stare up at the ceiling. Blurry faces peer down at me, paired by distant sounds speaking inaudibly above me. Hands immediately come to my aid as my vision slowly clears, and with it, the desperate voices of the company around me.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

She was nervous but also excited. Will they like her? Will they welcome her with open arms? Only time will tell as they were moving toward the village that Caleb seemed to forget to her as their group consists of Caleb, Xavier, the one with brunette hair and grey eyes, Arthur who was black-headed and green eyes, and her to the secret village that was known as Shadow Pack.

--- ~~~SHADOW'S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER~~~ Ace stormed in, still smelling of gunpowder, and slammed the door open. Shadow didn’t even flinch. He sat there sipping whiskey, eyes cool but sharp. “Have some fucking manners next time.” “You knew. You sent her to spy on me.” Shadow’s jaw tensed. “And you killed her.” “She was a fucking rat,” Ace growled. “You knew what I’d do.” “She was our link to the High Table,” Shadow said icily. “Now she’s a corpse rotting in our hall.” Ace stepped forward. “What the fuck are you planning, huh? What are you going to do to her?”

Now, I’m looking at him, confused. “The story of the shadow god is like a legend; some will even say a myth. I always thought he was a myth; that’s why I was so surprised when he said he was the shadow god during your claiming ceremony. I didn’t think he actually existed. I thought it was something that people made up.” “I don’t understand.” He’s not making any sense to me, and so he clarifies. “He’s the god that was born through an unholy ritual. The son of the moon goddess and the god of death.”

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.

“But boss, does this mean that If this works out, I I’ll finally be promoted from my chauffeur duties? No more of these ‘executioner’ roles?” I allowed a slow, cold smile to spread across my lips. “If we succeed Caleb, you’ll be elevated from ‘The Shadow’ to ‘The Keeper of the Seal.’ It’s a prestigious role with substantial influence within The Shepherd’s Keep.” A flash of hope crossed his face, quickly masked by a hardened resolve “And Vanessa? What’s next for her though?” I leaned back, the leather creaking under my weight. “Vanessa’s role was always meant to be temporary. Her job was to catalyze Adrian’s downfall. Once our goals are achieved, her future will be reassessed. For now, she ha

“One must willingly surrender their greatest love. Only then will the relics unleash their true power to destroy the shadow for good.” Before anyone could respond, the ground quaked violently. The shadow entity, larger and more menacing than before, surged into the chamber. Its smoky tendrils lashed out, forcing the group into a defensive stance. “I grow tired of this game!” the shadow roared, its voice echoing like a storm. “Give me the relics, or I will consume your very souls.” Wickham stepped forward, his weapon raised. “You’ll have to go through me first!” The shadow laughed darkly. “Bravery without power is foolishness.” It lunged, a tendril wrapping around Wickham’s arm and flinging h

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an