Werewolf In Dark Shadows Novels & Stories

Fearing the worst, she called a cab and headed directly to the base with Sarah right behind her. Upon getting there she met Ty watching some chaos unfurl a little in front of them. Unlike most werewolf packs in the area that had their hideouts in bars or churches or restaurants, the shadow rock pack had theirs in a sort of neighbourhood. It lent itself well to the family image they depicted all so well. It was right at the edge of town beside a large stream of water.

Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life. The sudden brightness stabbed into his one eye, as the other one had a rod drawn deep and the man on the floor squeezed in fear. His entire face twisted in pain, as if even the light itself was another form of torture. The footsteps stopped. The man forced his one eyelids apart, just a little A thin sliver of vision. All he could see was the silhouette of the figure approaching… And then cold shadow that fell over his broken body like a final warning. “W-at-e-r…” The word scraped out of his throat like broken glass, just a dying sound struggling to exist.

Soren and Ewen moved to flank him, their movements were fluid and precise, like a well-rehearsed dance. The growl grew louder. From the dark, two glowing red eyes emerged. My breath caught as the creature stepped into the moonlight. It looked like a mix of wolf and shadow, its fur stained with blood. This was no ordinary wolf. “What is that?” I whispered, shaking. “A shadow wolf,” Soren said, his voice tense. “Summoned by dark magic.” The wolf snarled. Suddenly, it lunged at me with lightning speed. Lucian intercepted it. He slammed the creature to the ground with a loud crash. Soren and Ewen sprang into action, their movements swift. I pressed myself against the wall, gripping the dagger ti

The world felt broken. I was holding Fia’s hand so tight my fingers hurt, but I didn’t care. “Don’t let go,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I won’t,” I promised. “I swear.” Shadow-wolves were everywhere. They weren’t like normal wolves. Their fur was dark and twisted, their eyes hollow and empty like something had taken their souls and left the bodies behind. Black veins crawled across their skin, pulsing with dark magic. One of them leaped toward us, teeth bared.

My heart is pounding in my ears. “Someone who shouldn’t be here.” The growl grows louder—and then I see it: two glowing eyes in the dark, followed by a figure emerging from between the trees. It’s a wolf, but far larger than it should be. Its black fur gleams beneath the moonlight, and its mouth hangs open, revealing rows of sharp fangs. Shadow growls in return, a deep, threatening sound unlike anything I’ve ever heard from him. He moves like lightning, placing himself in front of the wolf as it advances.

"They're not regular wolves!" Alven and Xander arrived, both panting heavily and unsteady. Alven swore. "These beasts are stronger than anything we've faced!" Xander smirked, spinning his dagger. "That just makes it more exciting."Another wolf charged at me. I acted on instinct.I raised my hands, calling upon the shadows Morgana had left within me. The dark energies responded. The wolf froze mid-air, caught by invisible dark wave. Liam's eyes widened. "Gwen"

I just needed to find a way to make the shadows disappear for longer. The wolf charged at me again, and this time, instead of dodging, I stood my ground. I focused all my energy on creating one final illusion—a huge version of myself, towering over the wolf, radiating light. The wolf skidded to a halt, its eyes widening in confusion as it stared up at the towering figure. For a moment, the shadows around the wolf flickered and weakened, and I seized the opportunity. I sprinted forward, slashing my dagger through the wolf’s side, deeper this time. The beast howled in agony, collapsing to the ground as the shadows around it faded completely.

He only has two cups in his apartment, his and mine with names on it, and he would just order drinks whenever he has visitors. I heaved a sigh and tried to shake my fear when I remembered what Izobel had said. When he said, I felt the back of my hair rising, hearing the name of the man she mentioned—Alpha Jared Irvin of the Lightning Shadow pack. It was like I knew him, heard of him, and the inner me knew his name very well, but I had never known him. I didn’t even think werewolves and vampires existed until my grandfather died, and my aunt asked Nolan and me to train with the council. “Nolan,” I called him, watching him standing up to get coffee for us.

Havoc broke out again. Shadows pooled at the wolves' paws nearest to Dea and me. I watched with morbid fascination as Tania stood near the window, hands barely moving as she compelled the shadows to do her bidding. The wolves who steadily approached hadn't noticed the tendrils of shadows curling up their paws. They hadn't felt the cold touch of their caress. Fear hadn't stroked its icy fingers through their blood-matted fur because they were practically salivating at the sight of Dea and me. It was a two-for-one deal. Us being together like this was their wet dream turned into a malevolent reality. Just as the four wolves approaching were mere feet away, the inky shadows almost solidified, t