Warriors Shadowstar Novels & Stories

They might have been the worst pack to me and made a lot of my life difficult but as The Shadow wolf, it is my duty to serve and protect my fellow wolves. I stepped closer and put the call hold and looked at the guy’s furious faces. “NO! Absolutely not, Allison!” Papa Jamie warned, shaking his head; I looked into their eyes and saw fear and anger for me. I sighed loudly, “Guys… Mother Selene bestowed me with the honour of being the Shadow Wolf; it is my duty to assist and protect any and all werewolves.” They sighed in annoyance,

"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?

He mutters. “Shadow wolf?” I ask. I’ve never heard this name before. “Yes. Just like there are celestial wolves, there are Shadow wolves. The strongest version of the Ashwalker rogues. You are the leader of them, their king and the one who’s going to preach the powers of our one, true God.” “And who’s the True God? The one who took down Selene?” I ask as I remember what Rena mentioned about the Moon Goddess being dead and the mating system getting messed up.

In that next instant, his wolf surged beneath his skin, muscles tensing, shoulders lifting, breath deepening in a way that signified he was on the brink of shifting. The figure advanced. And my heart halted. “Impossible,” Ryder growled. “You’re dead.” The stranger smiled. A chilling, knowing smile. He wasn’t unfamiliar. He was the Shadow Wolf—the one every elder whispered about, the one Ryder had told me was just a bloodline thought lost. The wolf who could usurp another’s power by mere touch. The wolf whose arrival signified only one thing: War. My legs felt weak. Ryder now stood fully in front of me, shielding me with his form. “How did you come back?”

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

Six elite warriors against one Shadowborn. The old me would have been terrified. The old me would have curled up and waited for the beating to end. But I was not that girl anymore. I was Luna. Power exploded from my core in a wave that sent three warriors stumbling backwards. The other three kept coming, spreading out to flank me.

“He wasn’t wrong.” She reached out and took my hand, her weathered fingers wrapping around mine, and just like that, I wasn’t the Shadow Queen visiting refugees. I was Leah, a pack wolf sitting down among pack wolves, sharing stories about the people we’d lost and the lives we’d lived before everything burned.

They dragged Lyra to the ceremonial circle in the center of the pack lands. The place where important rituals happened. Matings. Deaths. Banishments. The pack gathered around in a circle. Silent now. Watching. Waiting for what would happen next. Elder Theron stood at the center. He raised his hands. The formal stance of judgment. "Lyra Ashwood," he intoned. His voice carried across the silent crowd. "You are hereby stripped of your pack bond and exiled to the rogue territories for a period of five years. May the Moon Goddess have mercy on your soul and teach you what we could not."

As expected of the planet that was ruled by the Usurper, Shadow assembled many warships in under thirty minutes. Several strong warriors occupied each ship, and each ship was flanked on each side by Ascenders. The faces of the warriors were as rigid as rocks and their auras were as sturdy as the highest mountains. Although they were subjects of the greatest sky in this universe, their faces did not hold the pride that was birthed from such status. Hubris was far from them; it was as far as the east is from the west. Their eyes were steely and cold, and though they were not absolute like their king, their countenance was that of the sharpest blades. Looking at the neatly arranged warships, Sh

This was what I was born for. The remaining Shadow Wielders, a desperate, maddened horde, surged from the stronghold, throwing themselves at our combined forces in a final, suicidal frenzy. Our warriors met them with unyielding ferocity, pushing them back, carving a path for Ronan and me. "Hold them!" Ronan roared, his voice a commanding presence on the battlefield, as he shifted into his powerful wolf form, tearing through the enemy ranks to clear a path towards the vortex. Liam and the allied Alphas formed a protective wedge around us, fighting with brutal efficiency.