Wings Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Hartfell roared commands, soldiers shifting into wolves mid charge. I poured more magic into the shields, feeling Lunaryn’s growl vibrating in my bones. “They want the circle broken. They want the gate wide open. Hold, pup. Hold.” Then the air changed. The shadows thinned suddenly, parting like an unseen hand had swept them aside. Something emerged, dragged in heavy chains. Tall. Broad. Naked from the waist up, muscles cut from pure hellfire and shadow. Black horns curled from his temples, his wings were massive, darker than midnight, and a spaded tail lashed behind him like a predator’s warning. His eyes… molten gold, burning like they saw right through me.

Like she was unmaking me, piece by piece. “I am what comes after you,” she said between blows. “I am what survives you,” I answered. The last swing shattered the ground beneath us, cracking the valley floor and sending both our armies sprawling. We landed hard. I tasted blood. Before I could rise, her boot pressed to my chest. “You were never meant to last,” she whispered. “Just to open the gate.” Behind her, something massive stirred in the tear she’d walked through. Wings. Not angelic. Shadowed. Ancient.

Raven’s grip on her blade tightened, her eyes flickering, Shadow wavering between rage and grief. The Wraith’s shadows rose like a tide, surging toward her. Raven lifted her blade, Shadow responding, clashing against the darkness, the force of it sending shockwaves through the snow. She screamed, the sound tearing from her as Shadow and storm fought to hold the darkness back. In the chaos, The Wraith leaned in, his whisper a blade to her heart: “You will join me, or you will die.” The shadows swallowed them, the world vanishing into darkness.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

The shadows twist around my hands, pulling at the ground beneath me, creating a shield of darkness in front of me. I don’t know how I’m doing it. I don’t know how I’m controlling the shadows at all. But it feels right. The rogue lunges, and I thrust my hands forward. The shadows lash out, slamming into the wolf with the force of a hundred storms. It crashes to the ground, howling in pain. But I won't stop. I can’t stop. The shadows surge forward, wrapping around the rogue, pulling it down. It struggles, wrestling, but I hold it there, the power inside me feeding off its fear, its anger. The shadows are alive now, pulsing, hungry.

Concrete walls stretched off in two directions and the black maw of a doorway faced him. Always comfortable with the darkness, Vanadine flowed towards the dark rectangle and entered the building. Darkness wrapped around him like a cloak that he welcomed, becoming one with the shadow, as was his nature. Yet what would have been almost utter darkness to most people was like daylight to Vanadine, his eyes naturally able to perceive light most could not. He strode purposefully and silently through the building, marking what once had been a hospital wing but was now just a hollow shell. The sounds of a struggle and voices drew him on as the pair of men taunted and teased the woman, making her squ

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

"How can you sleep so peacefully with a stranger in your house?" He noticed the way her hair fell over her face like a curtain of silky locks. The dim light of the moon streaming through the window casted a glow on her smooth, unblemished skin. He watched as her chest rose with each breath she took and how the thin fabric of her gown barely concealed the gentle curves of her body.

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.

I could make him care about me. The guilt reared its head, whispering in my ear with a silky voice. ‘Why should he care about you? You aren’t worth it. Coop was. Coop had his love. You’re just a ghost, a reminder of his dead mate. You should join her—' The fight drained from my body. What was wrong with me? I had asked that question so many times I could no longer make sense of the words. The shadows crept along the walls, morphing into shapes as they trailed after the demon, following his slow, deliberate footsteps. A magnificent blend of horror and awe encased me as the shadows fanned out along the walls, creating two monstrous wings that flared out from the demon’s back.