Beneath The Shadows Novels & Stories

Shadows Beneath the Moon The war council chamber smelled of wet stone and steel. Candles burned low in their sconces, throwing unsteady shadows across faces that had seen too many nights like this — tense, uncertain, waiting for doom to take shape. The storm had broken hours ago, but the thunder still rumbled in the distance, echoing through the halls of the Blood Moon fortress like a warning from the heavens.

[The Shadowless] The moonlight felt wrong. It was a cold, clinical light that cast no shadow behind them as Dante and Ivy stepped toward the monastery gates. They were two figures of flesh and blood walking across a landscape of white ash, but beneath them, the ground was hauntingly blank. Their shadows had already crossed the threshold, independent and silent, leaving them feeling untethered—ghosts that hadn't yet realized they were dead.

Ah~ there’s no self-interest. Shadow flipped her hair to the back and placed her hand on her chest. “My name is Shadow. The former emperor of the Underworld. Currently, I am the mediator of the three worlds. As someone who has been acknowledged to safe keep the harmony between all worlds, my judgment will benefit The Unknown, if not my siblings.

Ava placed the reason too late. “Penny, no!” It’s too late now; she heard Passerini’s voice in her head. She couldn’t stop Penny as she charged towards the source of the cold spot. A shadow golem. The worst of the worst. At the same time, another horde of shadows came at Ava, cutting her off from Penny, both locked in a fight for their lives. These shadows were stronger. They were not fragments like the ones Sven could create. These were originals. They could have only come from one place.

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

•|•|• In the Black Years, they came. When we were lost, and the Shadows mocked us. With them came light and hope. Tell me, how do we repay the heavens for sending their angels? •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] A strangled gasp tears from my throat as I fight for air, the feel of the cold hard ground beneath me as I stare up at the ceiling. Blurry faces peer down at me, paired by distant sounds speaking inaudibly above me. Hands immediately come to my aid as my vision slowly clears, and with it, the desperate voices of the company around me.

Andrew suddenly sat up and gasped for air as if a massive weight had pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hurried downstairs and ran out of the villa. Being surrounded by everything that reminded him of me was like pouring salt into his wounds. He could hardly bear the pain. Andrew sat at the door, his gaze vacant, as if his soul had been lost. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I was enjoying the rare beauty of the ice plains. I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit.

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.