When Is Shadow The Hedgehog's Birthday Novels & Stories

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”

The others stopped and looked at me waiting for an answer too. "It's passed. November 6th" I said. It's true. I had my birthday before I passed Dark Knight's territory. It is the 29th of November now. That's why the weather felt cooler than usual. The winter's coming up. "Too bad," Lucy said. "When are yours?" I asked the three of them. "29th of September," Ethan answered first. I nodded and waited for Jarred and Lucy to answer. "It's the 18th of October. Just 2 weeks after him" Jarred said. I was just about to reply to something when Lucy cut my words.

Darkness fell across the realm as the Shadow Knight approached the capital's inner districts. Stars appeared in patterns reflecting the constellations visible within his midnight armour, cosmic forces aligning as if in recognition of the approaching reckoning. Throughout the provinces, something unprecedented was occurring with mechanical precision. The Night of Long Shadows had begun.

"Speak quickly, for I have little patience today." Matt knelt, bowing his head. "My Alpha, I bring terrible news from the Dark Knight pack. Xavier is dead, and the messenger is on his way to deliver a message from their Alpha. A threat..." The Silver Moon Alpha gritted his teeth, his claws extending involuntarily. "I see." He growled, his voice dripping with malice. "Then I suppose we shall hear what this 'messenger' has to say. But know this, Matt, if this is some trick of the Dark Knight Alpha, your head will roll before theirs."

There was a giant three-layer cake on the table. The bright candlelight swayed in the wind, like the stars shining in the night sky. "Happy birthday," a gentle voice said from behind. Today was her birthday? Shocked, Hazel looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. It was June 12th. 'Oh my God! It really was my birthday,' thought she. She even forgot it herself, and she didn't expect that he would remember it!

They were laughing, excited by the party. "Mama! Papa!" the children called out. Their voices were high and sweet. The sound of those words hit Lyra like a physical blow. Her knees nearly gave out. She grabbed the wall to keep her from falling. Her eyes found her mother in the crowd. Helena sat at the head table, the position of honor reserved for the most important pack members. She was laughing as she helped the twin children blow out candles on a massive cake. The light from the candles made Helena's face glow.

"Well, you see, I always wanted to travel somewhere alone. Angela and I just found a place for an adventure, and we decided to take this coming weekend to do it." Helen looked at Alinta with an unsure expression, pondering what to say for a few moments. "That sounds exciting! I’m a bit bummed you won’t be here because I wanted to spoil you, but I can still do that when you get back! So tell me more about when and where?" she asked, excitement brightening her usual personality. "I want to go to the Bare Mountain's Shadow. They’re hosting some kind of event tied to werewolf history and folklore. You know I love those kinds of things. It’s happening on Saturday, my birthday."

Hikaru picked it up and stared at it, his heart pounding like a Monday. This reminded Hikaru of something. His birthday was on a Monday, so Shēn sè tǎnzi could generally be trusted to know the days of the day. That was his 15th birthday, and naturally his parents would invite business friends, he would have some time off, after fending off the countless hands of dark magicians, with their schemes and dubious decisions, on his birthday. These were always great fun – the previous year, the Zhàng'ài had given him a good deal of presents, with their gifts, which could not be shown or used outdoors or during the day, near a supposed common mage, who is against dark magic.

“We break them here, or we don’t leave this hall.” The fighting surged again, a wave of steel and fury. And in the center of it all, Eolan’s shadow rose higher than it ever had before—black and jagged against the torchlight, more beast than man. The Creed had come for him, but tonight, they would learn the price of hunting the Shadow Heir.