The Shadowed Legion Novels & Stories

“Helene’s right about one thing. The Moon doesn’t grant miracles without cost. We cheated the veil, Darius. What if it takes something from us to even the balance?” He paused, then reached for her hand. “Then we’ll face that too. But not today.” Their fingers intertwined. The simple warmth of his touch steadied her more than any vow could. “Not today,” she repeated quietly. Far beyond Crescent Ridge, the earth trembled under the tread of Lucian’s army. Tens of thousands of Shadowborn moved like smoke, their bodies dark and slick as tar beneath the half-moon. At their head, Lucian rode, his armor forged from black steel, his eyes like cold embers.

“Don’t get mouthy. It doesn’t make you feel warm all over to be godless and sinful at the hour of your death?” Flavius frowned. “Your words don’t help.” “They are meant to instruct, but I don’t think we have much time to ponder sin and life any longer, soldier.” Swords drawn, the soldiers headed out toward the gap between Rutland and the forest. In the grim moonlight they could perceive a wall of Legionnaires with their shields interlocked, a hundred or more, forming a wall. August stated, “Looks like the celebration started without us.” “Celebration? You’re mad.”

However, she still held her affected arms away from me and the awful medicine I was holding. “Come now, Aya. Do you want the Shadow Runes to come and get you? Don’t you know that naughty pups get kidnapped by the Shadow Runes easily? If that happens, you won’t get to see mama anymore,” the mother warned her little one. The Shadow Runes – an ancient werewolf clan that had been notorious for their use of black magic alongside their impossibly ferocious strength was a name that was both feared and abhorred throughout history. Before, this clan had been known as the mightiest group in all the Werewolf Clan. During the War Of The Lands a few years ago, this pack chose to side with the Blasted One

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

she added. Karisa narrowed her eyes as Samantha eyed the guys who were moving the lumbers. She noticed that Arthur was instructing the warriors to go around the carpentry business before he followed them. Usually, when the members of the Shadow Pack picked the lumber in the woods, they would carry one lumber per person. However, to distract the humans from looking too closely, it took more than two people to carry the lumbers. Not everyone can do such a feat. Only some—perhaps those of Special Greeks—were the exception to the legend.

Arnold and the witch’s plans were inferior to his of course, but they didn’t need to know that. “So, we sent the shadow warriors to the Blue moon’s pack, not sure of their victory or their defeat. We weren’t really concerned about that, so I didn’t touch them specially. But we needed to be sure of victory for the ones we would send here, so I made some changes to the other batch of shadow warriors that Leonarya had raised, just like I had done to the stupid boy from the shifters family who had thought himself honorable to be used as an experiment. He would understand what had befallen him in the next two years…” Legardo chuckled snidely, and beckoned one of the shadow warriors to him.

Behind him were many followers dressed the same as him. Latrusse frowned at the sight. Lemuel asked, “What’s wrong?” “It’s the Shadowers,” said Latrusse. James asked, “Shadowers?” Latrusse explained in a hushed tone, “You know about the Dark World’s Four Ancient Races, right? On the surface, they are the strongest existences here. However, many mysterious organizations and forces exist in the dark. Even the Four Ancient Races are wary of them. The Shadowers are one of them. They are an assassin guild that will help you kill anyone as long as the price is right. They would even assassinate the Yefteros’ Great Elder, Halianor, if you pay them enough.”

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

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

“Zynara… live…” The keeper-king’s radiant legion attacks, their starlight blades empowered by stolen fragments, their hymn shaking the rift. Kael’s Shadowkin charge, their void-blades sparking, Kael’s voice resolute. “For the reborn world!” The legion’s blades carve through his ranks, their fragment-power overwhelming, but Kael’s loyalty holds, his aura a bulwark despite wounds. Maddox’s shadows falter, his voice snapping at Kael. “Don’t break, Shadowkin!” Kael’s growl is fierce. “I’m still here, Maddox!” The tension flares, a crack in our unity.