Warriors Shadowstar Novels & Stories

Something nags at my mind when I watch her in Beast form and it's been bugging me. Shadow Warriors are an alien race. We came to Earth after destroying our home planet with infighting. Our history texts have been passed down to each Shadow Warrior leader. I gained the books from my uncle. They chronicle the Shadow Warrior downfall on our home planet. My uncle worried about history repeating itself and forced me to read the texts early on. Even in my teens, I found them fascinating. I only skimmed through the texts on female Warriors because they hadn't existed in hundreds of years. Until Marinah. Her mother, Dinah, was a descendant of one of the female Warriors who came to Earth. Her secrets

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

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.

I never stopped running until I reached the road; no more strength was left in me. ********** Over time, werewolves adapt to the new world to survive. Most of them are businessmen, heads of their triad, and politicians. We live in a world where werewolves exist and live amongst humans. Hiding in their own empire. Presently, I am a ghost—a trained killer. Father would always say that I am his legacy. I was dubbed as the next Romano Starvo. Sharpshooter and the top assassin in Spain. A ruthless killer. I kill with no mercy. I can turn all things into weapons and kill everyone with my bare hands. They called me Shadow.

The shadow replied “Because mother. What has been broken can only restored through fire. And anger, when controlled is fire shaped into a weapon. Control your rage and you control her. That is your trail. When the war is won, Miguma will leave. That is our vow.” Laura exhaled slowly, her shoulders finally loosening. “Thank you.” She whispered, bowing her head “You have answered my call when I needed it most.” The shadow responded warmly, it’s tone almost fatherly “There is no need for thanks. We are ever watching, just like the stars. When you need us say: Shadows. And we will come.” The shadow knelt one final time then the portal Pulsed and then collapsed inward with a soft hum. Laura stepp

When he saw blood, he released an ear-splitting roar that was filled with animosity. Upon Shadow landing on all fours, his eyes glowed a brilliant crimson hue as he lept through the air once again. He dug his claws into the Alpha Kings' back, and he clung onto him like a second layer of skin as he sank his teeth into the feverish flesh of Zebs' shoulder blade. Shadow prayed to the Goddess that the Alpha King will bear his marking for the rest of his existence. He wanted his name spread through the Galactic Cosmo's for being the first wolf to successfully survive his battle with a Nightengale Warrior.

I stuttered, raking my brain for what to come up with. “Elder Lan had told me!” I blurted. “When he revealed to me that I was the moon goddess reborn.” He paused, peering at me as he considered what I said. Soon his gaze softened and he let go of my arm. I let out a deep breath, my palms trembling at the near death mare. I had slipped up, let him know that I knew about the shadow warriors. Something that was only considered a myth amongst the people. “Keep this a secret.” He finally said, breaking through my thoughts. “ Lan might have a big mouth but I will not spare you if you tread in his path. The shadow warriors has always been a myth, so should the fireball incident.”