Novel & Cerita The Legend Of Shadow High

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

I did not need him to. Shadow. The name carried a history like an old wound. I’d heard whispers of the man who used to move through the old neighborhoods like a storm, a man who could make men forget how to breathe. Having him inside the perimeter was an escalation. It changed the math. “Tell me everything,” I said. He told me what he’d seen—the house on the quiet street, the careful watch, how Shadow had appeared by the window. He spoke of Heldon High Preparatory, of the girl’s classmates and the fortress of privilege that school represented.

I grumble. “School? School for what? What are you talking about,” the doctor furthers. “High school. We need him to attend high school and help us get to the bottom of all these shifter deaths. For whatever reason teens seem to be the main target. Luc is going to require Shadow Warrior advanced training. Going to cram centuries of history and two years of intensive Shadow tutelage in him over the next few weeks,” I say, as I attempt to pick up the dead weight and wrangle him back on the bed.

“Overlord?” Shadow lifted her brow one to answer the question. “I’m back.” He laughed in relief before slumping to the couch. “I can vividly see myself fighting them, Overlord.” Shadow’s lazy eyes returned. “Is that so?” He nodded happily. He looked like a middle school kid that found a wrapped candy on the floor. “Are you that happy?” He did the same thing once again. “It’s not a fleeting dream if we join hands. I can make you stronger than Chayan, shall you allow me.”

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…

’ The clan high-priest says through the link as I fade into the moon’s glow. The hours are long, trapped under the lunar tide’s immense strength, keeping me in a blur of emotions. Rage for losing what should have been an easy fight. Hatred for the stupidity of my clan and not arriving quicker. Then finally, passion for the one thing I have been craving for years. And let slip through my fingers like air. Summer of 1801 - Shadow Clan A high-pitched wail startles me from my endless thoughts—a crack of lightning followed by thunder. I still feel the moon’s power holding me hostage, but a jarring sensation sets me loose.

A week had passed since Gabrielle stepped through the gates of Green valley academy. She was slowly but surely adjusting to her new setting, she has fallen into a routine , walking up early every morning doing some studying before her alarm rang for her to get ready for school, after classes she would eat then go back the library to study until late at night. Each and every one of Gabrielle days felt like a whirlwind filled with laughter, whispers, and lesson, a blend of excitement and anxiety for the unknown.However, her thoughts always returned to him: the head boy, Tyler McClellan . His blond hair caught the sunlight in a way that felt unreal, and when he smiled, those electric blue eyes

" Despair washed over me. In the dead of night, while they slept, I snuck back to school. The following day, my parents, with Jennifer in tow, appeared at the classroom door. Ignoring the ongoing class meeting, they stormed in and yanked me up. "Jennifer, you've got some nerve, impersonating your sister! "You lack the talent to make it on your own, yet you'll try to steal your sister's spot? Aren't you ashamed? Get back to the junior college. Now!"

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”