NightshadeULF

Shadow was sure that the other hedgehog couldn’t have meant what he said. Sure his name was ‘Sonic’, but that meant nothing. There was no one here, not even the robots Gerald could build, that came even close to matching his speed. Sonic was quite pleased with the silence and shock that spread through the room after his challenge. And the surprised look on his old, or rather new in this case, rival was like icing on the cake. “You must be joking, no one can match me in speed.” “Is that a no? Too chicken to test yourself? Or worried that you’ll get second place?” By the looks of the dark look t

"Listen up Faker… Don't change anything when the time comes." That was all Sonic heard before the purple energy hit him and everything went black, the explosion consuming everything around him before silence hit him like a truck. He knew that something had gone wrong with the Chaos Control, and now was going along for a ride. There was nothingness for a few seconds before his body began to feel like heavy lead; moving wasn't an option, not even by opening his eyes. A powerful force hit him and sent him flying, in turn ripping the Emerald away from him, casting it off into a distant ball of brilliant light, robbing him of his only hope

Sonic remembered the first time when he saw the black and red hedgehog. He had been on the run from GUN, falsely accused of breaking into Prison Island and stealing a Chaos Emerald. One of the robots they sent had gotten in his way in the streets, but the blue blur had expertly dodged the missiles and sent them back to the robot. It had been far too easy, but when the smoke cleared, something strange happened. A golden light sprang into existence on top of the robot’s remains and that was when he saw him. It was Shadow, a hedgehog that called himself the Ultimate Life Form and looked almost exactly like him. The similarities were so unc

Even when he was young, the God could spy the slight differences with his sharp eyes. He wasn’t aware at first, no one was, that the first seeds of doubt were beginning to take root in his heart, hidden as small bouts of envy and inferiority. He knew that he was different, but no one could predict what lay beneath the surface of the ‘truths’ around him. Sometimes the Norns had a strange way on deciding one’s fate. Although many paths would branch out from where the start lay, they would always lead to the same result, the same ending. One could never outrun what the fates had in store for them, could not change what wa