Rising Shadows

The Power of darkness is beyond imagining. The legend of the darkest shadows is surfacing. Follow the adventure of Charlie Hunter as she gets thrown into a world of the supernatural. Having found herself in poverty and in far too much debt she is forced to resort to thievery but she picked the wrong house, the wrong artefact and the wrong race of Shadow creatures to royally piss off.


1. Crimson

He stood there. On the raised platform, his cold, emotionless red eyes scanning the assembled 'Men' below. They were not of course men. That was merely the disguise they had taken on so they could stick to the Shadows, as was their very nature. He himself had vainly taken a rather handsome form. A man of around thirty five with short jet black hair. His face had not a single wrinkle, spot or blemish. His voice seemed to carry an alluring smoothness to it. Making him a very persuasive talker. Recently he had taken a fancy to Italian tailor made suits such as the black one he sported right now, complete with a thin, crimson red tie.

" Brothers!" His voice carried all throughout the large cavern they had decided as their meeting place. All of their hungry eyes were set upon him now. " The time has come ! Yes the time has come for us to reclaim the land above!" There were a lot of collected mutterings at that. "And how do you suppose we do this?" Shouted one of the younger, more hot-headed of the assembled creatures. The man on the platform triangulated the location of the speaker and smiled. It was not a nice smile, more of a predatory grin. " I have secured an artefact. An artefact with great power. At the rise of the blood moon we can harness its power and make ourselves gods! Then all we need to do is wipe out that pathetic excuse of a race we live in the shadow of now!" There were nods of agreement now. He had them. "And who will lead us?" It was the same one who had questioned him before. He was tiring of this kid. "You?" It was a challenge. He didn't even reply, he just leaped from the platform onto the shocked creature and grabbed him by the throat.

His features morphed into the demonic face of the beast he truly was as he increased pressure and snapped his victims neck. He had fully transformed now. He was a large beast with red eyes made entirely out of shadow, with razor sharp claws and sword-like teeth, with spikes protruding from his arms and back. Everyone around him recoiled. " Would anyone else like to question me?" His voice had become deep and monstrous. Nobody replied. "Good" He said. His grin widening.

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