White Shadow Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.

“That would be my father. I’ve not done any renovations to the place. I hope to do that soon, but with the sorcery case right now…you do understand that it demands my undivided attention.” “I can understand,” he said, returning to the couch he was sitting on. “This wickedness needs to be dealt with before it does more harm than good. The more time goes, the more they establish their hold over the dark. I heard they work with shadows now.” I groaned. “That’s has been my suspicion recently, but I don’t have evidence. And the more I close in on them, the more complicated it becomes.” “You don’t have to think twice about it,” Zack leaned forward. “Shadows are products of sorcery. They are made f

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

’ ‘Who was the sinister looking man I saw in the window as a child right before the wolves charged out of nowhere to attack. Those wolves were as black as night with demon looking eyes. I shuddered, trying not to remember. That home had been the country estate of an ancestor from a long time ago. What darkness was connected to that decaying old house? Why did she feel like something is calling her to return? I decided to go to sleep and let my tears flow until the morning would come.

’ the man’s voice was not more than a whisper. ‘He was moving fast, like one moment he was here and in the blink of an eye he would be on the other corner of the room, and he doesn’t run, he spins’ Cecilia answered to him. They were all strongly trying to deny and not accept the fact about South Hills Pack but as they were connecting the dots, it was forcing them to accept no matter how sour and cruel it looked to them. ‘Lilith is White Wolf, and she is also Alpha, and calling her Alpha was the boy who has ability to spin and move fast, something we ordinary wolf do not have’ man murmured, witches exchanged glances with each other. They got scared watching how his face twisted.

Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze. I gulp and settle down against the tree, jerking against the chain to make sure it’s in place. Gray crouches down beside me and puts a hand on my shoulder. “You are a wolf. That’s what you are. And whatever you do tonight is just your animal instincts taking over for a moment,” he whispers sternly, with a nod. “Aye?” I nod. He’s wrong though.

She was bloodied and badly wounded but Chloe could feel that she was still alive. The shadows didn’t hesitate. They lunged forward, moving like ghosts as they charged at the creature. The creature let out a enraged shriek that was so loud Chloe thought her eardrums might burst. But still, the wolves carried on, unaffected by the inhuman sound. Something about the shadows charging it down clearly unsettled the mysterious monster because it was off of its victim in an instant darting off into the forest without a trace. It’s time for you to go back, your majesty Another voice echoed through Chloe’s mind. You have been here too long.

Every wolf for themselves- true lab motto. I run full speed and jump over them, jumping in front of her. I push her behind me and bare my teeth, “1005, where the hell have you been!?” she screams. The Shadow beings are nasty creatures. Foam comes from their mouths and their eyes are black and hollow. They smell disgusting and all they want to do is kill and eat. “I couldn’t find any deer. I looked all night, but these fuckers have cleared the forest of them. I didn’t want you three to give me shit so I looked for as long as I could!” I lie.

“According to Megan, there are four. That’s why I had you bring me away from the house. She claims that they listen and watch us back there.” “Well,” he chuckled. “That’s a bit creepy.” “It is, isn’t it?” I said. “So, there’s an incubus and what else?” he asked with interest. I started counting on my fingers as I said, “We have the incubus, Max’s fiancé from when he was a kid who hung herself, a witch with a vendetta against Megan, and a shadow person who seems to like to watch me sleep.” He slid his hand through his hair and said, “Good grief.” He shifted in his chair and said, “I’m familiar with the shadow people. They’re not really people. They’re actually a race that lives in anoth

"It's the only way you can kill me." Sweat beaded on his forehead. As soon as she wiped the moisture from his skin, it was drenched again. As he panted and thrashed in barely contained agony, his gray eyes turned black with slivers of silver. His features were beginning to distort and she couldn't tell if it was a strange trick of the light, or if there really was a thin, oscillating shadow hovering just above the surface of his skin. The shadow grew more and more noticeable and she realized it wasn't a shadow at all. It looked like millions upon millions of tiny particles of ink all hovering and floating together in the same nebulous cloud.