The Shadowed Legion Novels & Stories

"Says the shoot now ask later girl." "Shadow Men are different. I'd never hurt one of us that way. Not with so few of us left." "We're all the same underneath, they're just not in control anymore." "If Shadow Men were the same as us, their souls would stay with them," I said, staring out the window again, "and Lillith wouldn't have to listen to them begging for help every time she took her ring off." "So you're saying that if Lillith or your brother were taken, finding them would be a waste of time."

“Queen Liliana.” Liliana looked at her, didn’t even cower at her strong energy when actually she was scared out of her wit. She felt like a strong pressure was placed on her shoulder, making her hunched forward like a coward. “Wolf tribe is my target and mine alone.” Shadow’s expression turned serious and she went eerie still. “Forgive me, we have been directly involved with them.” Shadow nodded once. “Due to your promised unison. I am all aware. Doesn't matter. This will not affect your group. As I told you, Queen Liliana, your in-laws are lions. We will aid you.”

And Erezhul had not even been touched once during the entire fight. "This is impossible," Lynn whispered. "Nobody should be this strong." "I am not nobody," Erezhul replied, his dark eyes fixing on her. "I am a Shadow God. And you made the biggest mistake of your life when you decided to use Liora to betray me." Aurora, Elevan, Ashani, Oberon and the other clan leaders were surprised and shocked at what they witnessed, they had hidden and ran whenever they saw Legion, Noah, or Fefe flying towards where they were hiding.

Light shot from our joined bodies, golden and white, slamming into the shadow, wrapping around it like chains forged from sunlight. The shadow shrieked. The sound was not audible—it was a pressure inside my skull, a vibration in my teeth, a scream that bypassed the ears and went straight to the soul. It thrashed, tearing at the light, but the bonds held. Kaelen's voice rose from the water, chanting words in a language older than the packs, older than the Lycan kings, pulling the shadow down, inch by inch, toward the black pool. We were winning. Then the shadow spoke.

The man who had ordered my execution the moment my bloodline woke up. "The bastion has fallen!" the commander was screaming into the crystal, his hands trembling violently as he tried to maintain the magical feed. "The Lycans... they have star-silver armor! The Sun-Shield was eaten from the inside out! The abomination—the Shadow Queen is here with—" "Commander!" Inquisitor Vance’s sharp, aristocratic voice cut through the transmission, cold and unyielding. "Maintain your position! The primary legion is already marching from the capital. Do not let them sever the—"

He smiled a cruel, twisted smile as he felt the distinct echo of the Moon Goddess' blessing awakening across the continent. "So... the pathetic Silver Family has finally accepted its destiny," the dark entity murmured, his voice shaking the earth. His smile widened into a terrifying grin. "Good. It will make their inevitable despair... all the sweeter." With a synchronized stomp that shook the foundations of the mountains, the Shadow Legion began its relentless march toward the borders of Blackthorn. The devastating war that had been whispered about in fearful legends for generations had officially begun.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

So it became that in each passing millennia, the Ancients were honored by celebration. An exchange of gifts to bring new lights. Ages passed in Eteria. Gods old and new combined. Those loyal to Lumina took the dark path. Knowing that the only way to defeat the dark was to become one with it. These were Shinkori. Warriors of the Shadow Legion. In return for their vow to walk the long night, they were given not only brethren, but a place in the sky by the goddess before they moved to their next life. So it became tradition for Shin to look for the other in the sky. All Shin were lights, like Lumina in the darkness. Honored as such, but in clusters they were friends. Constellations. Eternally b

Creating plausible deniability for when he inevitably destroyed me. "Where is Ethan?" I forced the words out. "Here." A new voice. Male. Familiar. Marcus emerged from the shadows, pushing a wheelchair. Ethan sat in it, looking pale but unharmed. "Hart?" Ethan's voice was confused. "What is happening? This man said you needed me. That it was an emergency." "Marcus." I stared at Declan's former lawyer. "You are working with them?" "I have always been working with them." He moved to stand beside Camilla. "Or more accurately, they have been working with me."