Within My Shadow Manga Novels & Stories

“You hear me? There’s always another way.” She looked at me through the light, her eyes searching mine. “You sound like you believe that.” “I have to.” Her lips parted as if to speak, but then the light around her cracked. The Chainbearer’s shadow surged forward, its tendrils coiling toward her like smoke made of claws. I shifted, Marek howling inside me, and lunged. My claws caught the shadow, meeting not flesh but something colder than ice. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn’t stop.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Why did I have to lose control? Like all wolves from the Shadow Rune Pack, there were two wolves that were housed inside of me. The white one was called Albus and the dark one was Arthur. At the age of five, I already knew of the fact that because of these two wolves and the dark magic that flowed into my veins, I am capable of wielding great powers. However, those great powers could also hurt people. If I am not careful enough, I could kill anyone just by simply breathing close to them… When I had confronted Dahlia earlier, I was filled with pure rage. She denied that she had heard me speak harshly, but the way that she avoided my stare and trembled under my gaze said otherwise.

Ruth thought it was blood, so she cried out in fear. “You killed my sister!” Steve shouted angrily with a pale face. On the other hand, Gordon calmed down when he saw the black shadow in the air. The shadow looked short and had a round head. It was someone from Solara. The Solarian’s shadow quickly condensed in the air to escape. “Shimada is lonely. He wants you to keep him company!” Kiran said to the Solarian shadow, who was about to escape. The shadow was shocked. It stopped in its tracks and looked at Kiran. “How do you know Shimada?”

The creature feeds off where it was born, off the rage and vengeance hidden inside me. My eyes glow red, as I find the one shadow I crave, "But you." The shadows look amongst themselves and one by one they disappear, each to their owners until only two remain. I stand before the shadow, and disregard the one beside it. It is loyal to the shadow as its owner is, and will not leave without her. I study the tall slave before me as her image forms as Shades did, as does the one that stands slightly beside it. The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow.

Marcus breathes, his silver blade trembling in his grip. The question amuses me, and I realize I can answer him now in ways that transcend mere words. With a thought, I project my nature directly into his mind—not the broken wolf-girl they expected to capture, but something infinitely older and more powerful. The knowledge hits him like a physical blow, sending him staggering backward as he processes the impossibility of what he's facing. "I am Shadowkin," I say aloud, my voice carrying harmonics that make the trees themselves seem to lean in to listen.

Her veins popped out, and she seemed to have endless strength, charging at us like a wild bull. But Celeste and Howard's grip was unshakable. The difference in strength was just too much. The shadow's struggles were futile. As the sun began to rise, the shadow's body color slowly faded, gradually disappearing until she was gone. My shadow had returned. Howard collapsed onto the ground, exhausted. He let out a long sigh of relief, as if he had survived a long, bloody battle. "Finally, it's over." He looked up at Helena, hopeful, like a puppy waiting for a reward. But Helena remained indifferent, not even acknowledging him.

As they drew closer, the shadow began to morph, splitting into multiple entities, each a reflection of the guardians but shrouded in darkness. Malachi, staring at his own shadowed form, whispered, "It's us... but twisted, altered." Ezra, analyzing the scene, responded, "The Dreamweaver is presenting us with our own shadows, our doubts, fears, and insecurities. To move forward, we must confront and overcome them." Niamh, her voice shaky, admitted, "Facing external enemies is one thing, but confronting our own inner demons... that's a different challenge altogether." Liora, drawing close to Niamh, reassured, "Remember, these are but manifestations. By understanding and accepting them, we can d

She was screaming in the fire ball and I could smell burning flesh and I knew that it was actually hurting her but then she raised her arms up and the shadows appeared from behind her and approached me with significant force and knocked me off my feet and I dropped the fireball. I got back up and the shadows were surrounding me and I couldn't see the witch anywhere and I used the wind element to force the shadows to move. They fought against it but I put more power behind it forcing them to move and they retreated. I wasn't scared of them anymore. And now I knew that I could fight the shadows as well. And now they knew that. I wasn't as weak as I was. But now they knew that I had training. I

He blinked into the golden-lit chamber, his vision blurring from exhaustion, but then suddenly sharpening with disbelief. The room fell in layers. A grand crescent table encircled the Master’s seat. Armed guards stood like statues at every angle, their faces blank but watchful. Older men with black coats and expressionless eyes whispered among themselves. And then… the sound. A low, painful groan echoed from the left corner of the room. Bryce’s head turned.