Among The Shadows Book Novels & Stories

It answered me now. Behind me, something shifted. I didn’t need to turn to know—the shadows had begun to stir. They slithered along the stone walls, curling, pulsing like they breathed. Like they waited, waiting to show the world what we were. I inhaled deeply, letting the darkness within me rise. It coiled through my limbs, slow and sinuous, a living thing that had always been there, waiting for release. The shadows reached for me—tendrils brushing my skin, wrapping around my wrists, whispering promises I didn’t dare speak aloud.

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

Siron asked his shadow. The shadow nodded. It reached out a hand, or rather, a shadow hand, toward the bookshelf. A mist of shadows crawled from the wall, enveloping the area around the cup. The light from the sprout was completely masked. Below, the black-robed figures looked confused. They looked at each other, then slowly began to disperse, vanishing into the shadows of the street. "It worked," Siron breathed in relief. But the shadow looked thinner, more transparent. "Hiding it exhausted you," Elara said.

“The enemy I warned you about. The one that has been lurking in the depths of the shadows, waiting for its moment to strike.” Chapter 83: The Shadow’s Return Suddenly, the cavern’s mouth burst open with a violent gust of wind. Shadows spilled into the chamber like ink, coalescing into a towering form—dark, hulking, and terrifying. Its eyes glowed with a sickly yellow light, and its voice was a roar that shook the very ground. “You cannot hide from me,” it bellowed. “The Shadow Keeper’s secrets were never meant to be revealed. Now, I will claim what is mine.”

I closed my eyes and reached for that dark place inside me where the shadows lived. At first, nothing happened. Then I felt them stir—curious, responsive. Come out, I thought at them. They obeyed. I opened my eyes to find shadows coiling up my arms like smoke, cool against my skin. “Good,” Kael said. “Now keep them there. Don’t let them spread. Don’t let them fade. Just hold.” I focused on keeping the shadows contained, but they kept trying to expand, to reach out toward the walls, the ceiling, Kael.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "They built a weapon out of our shadows. But they forgot what happens when the light comes back." "Let Echo come. We’ve buried worse." “Way worse than this” — Aria

“I’m sorry for shouting. Listen, don’t tell about it to father, he wouldn’t believe you, okay? I’ll… take care of this. And you, you and I should keep this a secret. Not one soul should know about what you can see, okay?” “R-Roscoe… there is something… in your shadow, too…” His full black shadow has faint red and green in it. I keep looking at his shadow more, to see what else I could see so I can tell him, but he held my face and made my eyes look at him. “It’s our secret, okay? Do you understand?” There was desperation and frustration in his voice, his hands are cold, and his eyes are… somehow, scared. I’m lost.

All that is left is to await Richard’s attack. “Jasper, could you please tell us about Richard’s gift? And also what happened within the shadows,” Alpha Paul asked. “What you have to understand about the shadows is that they are not a place as you would think. They are the void between places, they lay on the edge of imagination and reality. Ever swirling and bending around the living world. And they are cunning, intelligent and perhaps a little obnoxious,” I begin to explain to the group.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."