The Serpent's Shadow Novels & Stories

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

Almost there. But as she neared the exit, a large shadow emerged from behind a stack of old wooden crates blocking her path. A man stepped out of the darkness with unnerving calmness, as if he had been waiting for her there all along. Claire stopped so suddenly she nearly stumbled. Her eyes went wide as she recognized the figure standing before her. "Arthur?" Her voice came out hoarse, barely audible.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

He rolled to his feet, coughing, blood on his lip. Serenya’s hands shook as she summoned her energy again, her voice cutting through the din. “You can’t fight it alone!” “Didn’t plan to!” he shouted back. The shadow turned its attention toward her. Its form expanded, filling the clearing, wings unfurling like torn silk. “Ah,” it whispered, “the vessel. The one who holds the vow’s echo. Come closer, child. Let me reclaim what’s mine.” Serenya’s power flared in defiance. “You’ll take nothing from me.”

“Do not let me go.” I pushed forward again. The shadow wolf snapped its jaws at me. I dodged, slid under it, and bit into the curve of its leg. The creature let out a roar and sank its claws into the ground. The forest shook. Leaves exploded into the air. The air turned thin and sharp. The boy shouted something, but I could barely hear him. All I saw was Seren. Her hands were lifted helplessly. The light had reached her chest now. It was wrapping around her like a cocoon.

Caelum snapped his fingers, and the emerald shadows of the harbor’s ruins rose up, forming a literal pack of shadow-wolves that charged the serpents. It was a war of the elements. The "Wild" of the North against the "Abyss" of the Deep. The Leviathans shrieked, a sound that made the glass windows of the lower city explode, but they couldn't penetrate the twins' resonance. Every time a serpent lunged, it was met by a kinetic wall or a shadow-bite. But the effort of holding the main tsunami was killing me. I could feel my kinetic core starting to fracture. The violet light of the dome was turning a jagged, unstable red.

I state, taking a seat on the trunk behind me. “Fine, little witch… ” he mumbles, before leading into his story. “Many years ago when there were many gods and they roamed the earth there was one made completely of darkness and shadows. He chose to stay hidden in a small cave not far from where we are now, on the outskirts of a small town. From his hiding place he was able to control all the darkness in the world. He was the shadows of creatures and the night sky… He was beautiful… But where there is darkness comes evil… And with evil comes people who wish to destroy it. After a long time of searching for the thing bringing the darkness into the world an arch druid stumbled upon the god deep

Little furrows in the blackened sand appeared, "What was the price?" "As Aurelia told us, the shadowborn are created by the dead souls of evil spell casters. The hyena serum he brewed did not work fast enough to shield us from the virus. In a last-ditch effort to save us, he wrought the werelion curse on the remaining people. His good intentions did not change the fact his spell was evil." "Did the spell kill him?" Sahiri drank in every word before she dared to ask her question. Ayasu nodded sadly, "It did kill him, but he returned as a creature born of the dark. Some say he returns to the ruins to undo the curse. Others say he rules over Matumaini like a twisted ruler."