Transformers Black Shadow Novels & Stories

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

But he never reached me. When I opened my eyes back up I was startled to find that large beast pinned against the wall by a very angry looking Lucas. Only this time, Lucas’ eyes had turned completely black, on his head stood two large horns that curled around themselves in perfect spirals. His white hair falling around his face messily. His hands had formed into talons which where currently pressed against the bodyguards throat, his nails digging into the skin drawing blood. Tormund was trying desperately to overthrow Lucas but to no avail. The more he thrashed about, the bright the shade of puce he came as Lucas cut off his air supply. Before I could comprehend what was happening, Lucas’ na

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

Bianca stood still and pretended she didn't hear what her father had mindlinked to the pack. She knew the warriors from Shadow Howlers were already in place. Her father looked confused as he waited. "What's wrong, Karl? You expected something to happen? We came prepared, and they have already taken your warriors down." As she finished speaking, they heard wolves coming from the surrounding forest, some in wolf form and some in human form. From the look on her dad's face, he knew his warriors weren't going to help him.

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

We stopped a few feet away from them and then the old men spoke those damn words. “Ombra di morte.” (Shadow of death.) The old man said as I took the hood off. I knew what his plan was the moment he wanted me to suddenly assist him with training. never did that at home, why here. The woman looked surprised and the men, well they looked displeased, irritated, aggravated and enraged . Because again they expected the shadow of death to be a man and not a woman. “Liyah.” The old man called out to me.

Pashika smirked evilly and replied in one word, “BLACK SHADOW” His eyes were wide. “You're Black Shadow? It's impossible. You are a weakling. Just a few months ago I was tasting your body", Vicky said as he was Perplexed by the revelation. Pashika's temper rose at his words. “Yes, I'm Black Shadow. The strong black shadow who wanders in the darkness, and you know who Lucifer is?” …, She asked him. Vicky's eyes were staring at her as he had a bad premonition in his heart.

Also the person is now dead but with such act from someone he trusted so much, he attributed the person's betrayal to his eye color and since them he'd trouble trusting people especially the ones with black squinty eyes. Regina knew what he was thinking. She knows Lionel got trusting problem, very big trusting issues. She walked up to him and whispered, "Don't worry, you can trust Sam on this one." She tapped his shoulder and walked away from him as fast quickly as she came. He nodded, "Change the account name to Save A Soul Organization and its beneficiary name should be Samuel Bates." He told the woman, "May I ask for the reason behind this change, That's if I'm not interfering in a person

I demanded, my knuckles white as I shoved him harder against a rusted support beam. "The Hunters!" he sobbed, his head lolling back against the metal with a dull thud. "The ones with the black cars and the tactical gear. They've been watching you for weeks, Shadow. They know you've been hovering around that construction site. They figured out that Silas is your brother. They aren't trying to catch you anymore, they know they can't. They want to use him to pull your leash!"

Dark symbols painted on the ground in what appeared to be blood, black candles at strategic points, and in the very center—Kael. But he was changed, transformed almost beyond recognition. His once-handsome features had become sharper, more predatory. His eyes were completely black, without whites or iris, like windows into an endless void. The shadow that had once merely clung to him now seemed to be part of him, writhing beneath his skin like living darkness. Around him stood Shadow Wolves, their bodies halfway transformed into their wolf forms, creating grotesque hybrid shapes. They swayed in unison, chanting in a language that hurt my ears and made the air itself seem to shudder.