The Shadow Pulp Novels Novels & Stories

EDITED: Dec 2023 The Black Shadow Pack Series ends with Stealing The Heart of My Alpha however, the short stories we all want to hear are still happening. UNDER THE MOONLIGHT: The Black Shadow Pack Mate Bond Stories is now available on this app. Part 1 will be Gamma Carlos and Shaila's Story (Alpha Caspian's Gamma) and Part 2 is a combination of Dominic/Sofia and Darvin/Celeste love story with a few snippets of Lucas/Katarina.

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.

Ava placed the reason too late. “Penny, no!” It’s too late now; she heard Passerini’s voice in her head. She couldn’t stop Penny as she charged towards the source of the cold spot. A shadow golem. The worst of the worst. At the same time, another horde of shadows came at Ava, cutting her off from Penny, both locked in a fight for their lives. These shadows were stronger. They were not fragments like the ones Sven could create. These were originals. They could have only come from one place.

Hi this is a quick notice that The Shadow Pact will now be using third person narrative as with new narrative techniques are employed by me using my previous method has been a hastle. Thank you for your continuous support of my work. Enjoy ******************************* Noah couldn't move his eyes away from them. The intricate symbols etched into the railings caught his attention and held it with a physical weight. An ominous energy emanated from the metal; dark, ancient, and pulsing. He felt a cautious dread, yet he was undeniably drawn to them.

My voice sounded stronger than I felt. The councillor gestured for me to continue. I inhaled slowly, letting the moonlight from the high windows wash over me. “The plague and the experiments are not the only threat the packs face. Something older is moving in the shadows. Something that has not walked this world for centuries.” Several Alphas exchanged skeptical looks. I pushed forward anyway. “There is an ancient force known as the Shadowborn. A faction driven by pure corruption. Their magic is forbidden because it consumes wolves from the inside out.” I looked at the High Alpha. “The symptoms of this plague match the ancient descriptions.”

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

Pages from my mother's journal. That was Shadow-Rot, a toxin and knock killing poison, known to be used by one pack… the shadow pack.. It doesn't burn its victim fast, instead, it rotted them from the inside out… from their muscles to their nerves to their bones, until their healing couldn't keep up. Even for an Alpha. I'd read it in my mother's journal, a wolf screamed for four days straight before his lungs gave out. “Lucien,” I whispered, terror slicing through me. “Your blood—”

“They’re not ghost stories. They’re warnings.” Grammy gave a single, firm nod. “Shadowcraft is older than the packs, older than even the vampires’ first kings. It’s a magic designed to unmake bonds, to unravel the tether between flesh and spirit. Whoever is using it isn’t just stealing your mates. They’re cutting them loose from you—like pulling threads from a weave.” A ripple of fear moved through the group. Even the hardened ones flinched. “And you’re saying,” Thorne rumbled, “that we’re fighting an enemy we can’t see?”

And the Valravn, who I knew were still out there, searching for the light we had just turned on. Here is Chapter 43, continuing the ultra-detailed, slow-burn style. This chapter establishes the new reality of life underground, explores the ancient history of the Shadow Claw, and introduces the creeping horror of a siege.

"A distraction. The Shadow's buying time for something bigger." Before Finn could respond, the ground shook violently. From the shadows emerged a swarm of creatures, their forms more grotesque and refined than any the team had faced before. Leading them was another humanoid figure, its eyes glowing with malicious intelligence. "You're too late," it hissed, its voice a chilling echo. "The Shadow's ascension cannot be stopped." Ruby raised her rifle. "We'll see about that."