Uke Shadow Novels & Stories

Combs and scissors seem to be afraid like fire . Looking down at her from his good six feet, he flicks his lighter and brings the flame closer. Keith stares into his long black eyes with thick lashes for a few seconds, then dips the tip of his cigarette into the orange flame. He doesn't look away. In the light of a street lamp, the guy seems swarthy like a Greek. Plump lips, neat round nose. The slit of the eyes, the outline of the cheekbones, the golden hue of the skin ... Keith is willing to bet that at least half of his blood is soaked in the sun of the tropics. Polynesia? May be.

He stands to his feet and lets his gaze travel from one end of the table to the other. “I am Alpha Shane of the Dark Moon pack. I went back to where I was brought into the world and took back what was mine. I am the only legitimate heir and it is my birthright to be Alpha of my father’s pack. I’ve broken no laws, I challenged him, and won,” he said.

That was the best description Laura could ever tell K about her father's physical appearance. K thought that was probably the reason why she loved listening to Cat Stevens' songs so much growing up. It provided her so much solace, and a feeling of belongingness, whenever she played his songs - especially his track Moonshadow. In her pre-teen years, she even kept on fooling herself that he was indeed her dad, and that he had to go and leave them because he's a superstar.

Keyboard Overkill

who couldn't speak up at his own wedding was dead; the Sovereign was making his debut. Kael roared, the sound vibrating through the reinforced floorboards. He blurred into a streak of obsidian fur and silver claws, intercepting three Void-Eaters before they could reach the terrified socialites huddled by the buffet. He didn't just fight them; he tore through their shadowy forms, his "Purified Shadow" acting as a poison to their void-tainted essence.

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

He came at Eolan with twin blades, fast as lightning. Eolan sidestepped, shadow flicking upward to wrap one arm. The man spun with inhuman agility, slicing through part of the shadow itself—a feat Eolan had only seen once before. “Not normal,” Eolan growled. The man’s helmet shifted just enough for Eolan to glimpse a pale tattoo curling over his jawline—an ancient mark of the Obsidian Creed. “You’re a long way from the southern temples,” Eolan said, even as they circled each other.

I did not know what he mean about that not until Uno launched his first attack. A growl echoed the Arena. The viewers were extremely shock. Uno jumped on Uno and his claws scratched Kyro's back- it was deep. Uno began to launched consecutive attacks that Kyro failed to dodge. Uno's speed and stability is a lot more functional than Kyro's. Blood is now dripping from Kyro's body. "Like I told you. You might kill someone today and that is because Uno can kill that man because of you." I do not know why but I felt a heavy fear for Kyro.

Skill: Shadow Camouflage Skill Level: 1/3 Rank: A (S) Cost: N/A Skill Creator/Generator: N/A Description: This is a passive skill that allows its user to enter a camouflaged state after stepping into a dark/shadowy area and staying still for 1.5 seconds. The user will be able to move about while in the camouflaged state without it being undone, but it is only when the user is in dark or shadowy areas will the user be able to attack a target without breaking the camouflaged state. The camouflaged state can be undone whenever the user wills it.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.