Warriors Shadowclan Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

There is only one warrior left. When a warrior leaves for the outside world where the packs reside to get supplies meant to help wolves, they never return. The shadow walkers are the only ones that leave and return. They cannot be seen as they do hide in the shadows. They have both found their mates and have children, whom they are training to be shadow warriors. They will not leave me because their sole purpose is to make certain that no harm comes to me.

She wasn’t sure if it was excitement or dread. The horn sounded. A single, low note that cut through the trees like a blade. Every muscle in Liora’s body tensed. Then they appeared. Dark shapes moved between the trees—ten, maybe twelve wolves, all tall and hard-eyed, dressed in leathers dyed black and gray. The Shadowclaw warriors walked like wraiths: quiet, controlled, radiating danger. And then he stepped into the clearing. At first, Liora saw only movement—a ripple through the pack, a presence that made everyone else seem less.

The whispers of the shadows seemed to crawl into her mind, telling her she was nothing, that she was weak, that she would be dragged into the dark like all the rest. “No…” she whispered to herself, clutching at her burning arm. “Not again… I won’t be a slave again.” Dean roared, his voice booming over the chaos. “Moonspire! Stand with me!” The warriors of Moonspire surged into formation, their armor clanging as they pushed back the advancing shadows. Blades flashed, claws raked, and teeth snapped as wolves shifted in defense of their Alpha’s hall. The intruder snarled, his cloak fluttering as though alive.

“Rally the warriors. Full combat gear. We ride now.” “Where to, Alpha?” he responded instantly. “ShadowClaw,” I growled. “We start there.” The name sent a cold ripple through the bond between me and my wolves. ShadowClaw was farther than Silverfang and Bloodfang, tucked in the deepest part of the northern territory. Too far for comfort. But I had a gut feeling,a pull in my chest I couldn’t ignore. Kael howled inside me, that eerie, soul-deep cry of a wolf desperate to find his mate. Raze was silent, deadly calm. A storm about to break.

~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.

Her wolf was an elegant black and the only black one in the pack. I watched as she disappeared around the corner and I was alone. She exhaled and looked at the stone walls. This history of my pack, Mystic Shadow, was painted on them. I stroked the picture of my precessor and sighed. I missed her so much and sadly what I did to her would happen to me eventually.

Even if it wasn't related he hoped if he helped them then they would help him get answers. "Can I help you?" Sean, one of the Shadow Howler warriors asked as he looked at the large man. "My name is Lachlan. I'm a warrior from the Sentinel Warriors pack. I came here to see if I could offer the palace some assistance." Lachlan replied. Sean was a warrior, but next to Lachlan, he felt small. He saw the tattoo of bird wings making a circle around a wolf's head. All the warriors of the Sentinel Warriors had the same tattoo.

"Not an ordinary witch, I can feel it. Am I right?" "Yes, I am a shadow witch," "Hmmm, your kind still exists?" "I am the last, I have no idea why," He looked at me as if contemplating something. "My name is Jingaro, keeper of this library. What is your shadow name and who are your parents?" "My shadow self calls herself Darcy and—" "Darcy? The strongest of all shadow spirits?" He asked with wide eyes. "Shadow witches are spirits?" Ann asked curiously. Darcy is the strongest?

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.