Wings Of Shadows Novels & Stories

I reached deep into the cold void within my chest, feeling the Mark of the Devourer resonate with the freezing environment. "Shadow Aegis!" I commanded. Huge, obsidian wings of pure shadow erupted from my back, arching over Lucian and Nyx. The ice-shards and frozen arrows launched by the snipers on the ridge hissed and evaporated as they hit the dark barrier. "Mommy, look!" Lucian pointed toward the rear of the formation. A group of Frost-Wolves had bypassed the vanguard and were lunging for the wagons. "Nyx," I whispered, my eyes turning a sharp, lethal violet. "Show them why the shadows are more dangerous than the cold."

~ Emmy ~ From out of the shadows, the winged beast emerged, its massive black wings unfurling and casting an ominous shadow over the already bleak landscape. Fear gripped me and Rae, our shared anxiety intensifying as the creature drew closer. This time, we could see it more clearly, and the sight was enough to make my blood run cold.

Black fire boiling through the clouds, chains thrashing like whips of night, wings slicing the air so hard the world tilts every time they beat. And the hand— Gods, the hand. It’s not a hand anymore. It’s a storm of bone and light, folding and unfolding in ways that make my stomach lurch. Every twitch breaks another piece of the City. Spires collapsing like sandcastles. Streets twisting into knots. And Kael—he’s holding it. Holding it. Chains binding its fingers, shadows dragging against its skin like barbed wire. His wings cut arcs of darkness so sharp they shear the air in two.

And now, he couldn't hold it back. His wings opened—slowly, deliberately, and with their full weight. Like a beast that no longer wished to hide. There was no gentleness in them—these wings carried the weight of war, of sin, of ancient darkness. The massive black feathers unfurled from his back with a low rustle, casting shadows across the clearing. At their edges, faint streaks of red shimmered—like fire that had once been swallowed, but now burned anew. Rea watched him with wide eyes—caught between awe and something deeper. Something wordless. Her pupils dilated, her lips parted, and before she even realized it, her hand reached out. Slowly. Carefully. As though one wrong move would make h

The screams in my dream sounded like they were coming from everywhere at once. “Monster!” “Freak!” “She’s cursed!” I ran, my feet slipping on dirt and blood as the voices followed me through the darkness. Every time I turned around I saw them—faces twisted with disgust, eyes filled with hatred. And behind them… Something worse. A shadow with wings. Black wings. My wings. “No,” I whispered, backing away. The shadow moved closer. Closer. Until the feathers brushed my shoulders—

There was a caption below the illustration and it reads, “TroXe: protector of the l**k.” “Are you sure about this?” “Of course I am. Look, we only need three drops of blood from me, the host, a shadow’s blood, a binder, and the blood from my closest l**k.” “What’s a shadow’s blood? And a binder?” “Dang, a shadow’s blood, idiot! The shadow’s blood.” “Yeah, keep repeating that, and I swear I’ll get it.” “Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?”

I said, but it came out weaker than before. “No,” he snapped, “You are worse than me. Because you still think you can run away from it all.” The darkness flared around us. Fire burst like veins across the sky. And from it… rose something else. Something massive. With wings like torn shadows, a crown made of sharp bones, and eyes that bled light. It hovered behind him like it belonged there. Like it belonged to me. I wanted to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t open. “I don’t want this!” I cried inside. “I didn’t want any of this!”

My flames stuttered. “Get back!” I shouted. But it was too late. The figure moved. And from its chest poured **shadows**. They formed into wolves—not solid, not spirit, something between. And they came at us. The fight was chaos. Kael shifted mid-lunge, claws tearing into the shadow beasts. They didn’t bleed. Didn’t howl. They just absorbed each strike, then reformed. Lira hurled runes into the air, creating shields of light. One broke against a beast’s teeth. Another split one in half—but even then, it started to grow again.

And part of me doesn’t want him to. But they didn’t come after him like they’ll come after me. Without me, maybe he still has a chance. Light shows through the fog like the colored, translucent wings of dragons and illusionists. Crawling in tendrils like a living thing, the vapor wraps around my feet, as if it knows I’m the one who’s guilty. The alarm. The warmth trickles from my face. Someone’s found the bodies. I look back toward Vito, his teasing features fading away as his soft scales crease, spiked crest raising. Ava, what did you do?

He was just standing in the sunlight, and Ravi squinted as he saw something gleaming in the man's hand. Ravi focused his vision further to ensure that the object the man held wasn't what he thought it was. The man's hand moved, still gazing, and Ravi's eyes widened when he could see clearly. Ravi froze, subconsciously gripping Raymond's wrist tightly. He saw a shimmering sword smeared with red liquid that was undoubtedly blood. But it didn't end there. Ravi froze further without realizing it, tightening his hold on Raymond's wrist as he observed the man's wings, which were white and almost identical to Raymond's. The wings flapped, and he flew away somewhere.