Wings Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Their intentions on what they have planed for the doctor was worse than what any mortal could conger up on their worst day. Long shadowy finger like tendrils reached for the doctor’s shadow and grabbed a hold of it. His fat body hit the hard concrete floor. The shadows began to drag him slowly toward the vortex. He felt the strange tugging at his body and he could feel himself being pulled along by his shadow.” What the hell? Im not going any where with you.”He began to thrash about violently but to no avail. The shadows began to reveal the faces of all of his innocent victims. Every last woman, man and child.”NO! NO! IT CAN’T BE! YOU ARE ALL DEAD! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE NO!” He contin

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

The innocent girl I thought I once loved no longer existed, and I could not even remember what I had ever seen in her. Once upon a time, I had been the jealous type, ready to tear apart any male who so much as spoke to her. However, looking at those pictures of her lying naked in another man's bed, I felt nothing at all. I thanked Penelope and slowly stood up. "By the way, I need to return something to you." As I spoke, I immediately shifted into my wolf form and dragged my sharp claws across my arm three times, leaving deep gashes where you could see the mangled flesh beneath.

Forgotten swarmed in endless waves, shadows wrapped in metal and flesh, their cries like knives tearing the air. Lucien’s chains burned white-hot as he cut a path through them, every strike precise, every motion shaped by centuries of battle. Ashar’s blade roared with fire, his movements a storm of destruction, cleaving through creatures faster than they could rise. Riven tore through the air above, wings a blur of steel and light, raining death on the swarm. Sethis stood beside Mae, his hands weaving sigils so dark they seemed to drink light, ripping shadows into blades that shredded anything that breached their line.

“Incoming!” Cassia spins, flames arcing toward the intruders. One dodges, their body blurring into shadow, but the other takes a hit, collapsing with a scream. The grove trembles, the Hollow’s threads tightening as if angry. My wings flare instinctively, sending a pulse of light that knocks the shadow-figure back.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

He held Ethan’s hand and placed the knife in his palm. “Are you crazy?” Ethan snarled, stepping back and dropping the knife on the floor. “I can’t even imagine Izobel running away to Antarctica.” “Nolan?” Dad turned to him. He shook his head. “She took me by surprise, but I will never hurt Amber.” He raised his head, meeting Amber’s eyes. “We knew you’re a vampire, but you scared the hell out of me when you turned into a wolf,” He narrowed his eyes, turning to Ethan. “Is this why you’re asking me about The Sky Guardian and The Lightning Shadow?”

my mother tried to object. The velvety caress of the shadows danced over my skin, feeding off my negative emotions until all I felt was nothing—just a void, just blackness. Their tendrils snaked up my bare arms, coating my body in a cloak of darkness that wafted around me like thick, black smoke. When I spoke again, my voice was stoic—maybe even as cold as the shadows which collected at my feet. "Leave and take the stone with you." I was going to show Kali exactly why her fucking with my wings was the biggest mistake of her life.

As four of his Shadows became flesh, their dark hair contrasting with their sickly pale skin. Ambrose could barely slow down in time, before all four of them lunged forward, teeth bared and blades exposed. Lady Valda swore with impressive violence as she collided with one, her magnificent wings flaring wide to keep her balance. She attacked the Shadow with her white bolts of lightning, only for the wraith to disappear and reappear behind her, swiping with a dark blade. She swore again and whirled, lashing out with her own broad-sword, aiming to decapitate the assassin - but the blade merely passed through.

He could not help but wonder how easy it would have been had his wolf been not suppressed by the dark witch. Suddenly, from above, a swarm of Wraithwings descended, their ghostly forms merging into a tempest of shrieks that reverberated through the air like a banshee's wail. Flameheart pivoted, raising his blade to meet their assault, slicing through the air as they swooped down, their claws poised to tear him apart.