Chasing Shadows Novel Novels & Stories

’ Darkness agreed as we were on the same page. The skies darkened once more. Unlike earlier, the space around Ignazio and I became pitch black. “Wh…what’s going on?” Despite the thick shadows around us, I could see him as clear as day. He was panicking. I waited, biding my time. The second I saw the chain slip from Ignazio’s hands, I called the shadows. Eager to do my bidding, the shadows engulfed the girl just before she screamed. I watched as she faded from view and reappeared outside the doom surrounding Ignazio and me.

The expanse above us was a gorgeous shade of blue, and if I kept my back to the bruised streaks of violet forcing their way from the south, I could almost forget the impending doom hurtling towards us. "You okay?" Lillith asked, stopping beside me. Her almost waist length hair was down, neatly brushed and pushed back over her shoulders. "Yeah. Tired is all." Tired of running from the Sades and their Shadow Men. Tired of seeing their victories heralded in the darkening sky and the used bodies left in their wake. Tired of missing Nick, of not knowing where he was or if he was even alive anymore and tired of feeling like a pale skinned, violet eyed freak.

Nobody can reject her offer, not with this kind of body she has. Oh, she can't wait to finish her shift and go to his hotel room number and wait for him to return. Adam (fake name) came out of the hotel and started walking towards his right. Contemplating changing in mid-stride or not, Adam (fake name) glanced around the busy sidewalk. It was a myth that Shadow Chasers couldn't change in the presence of any light. He could vanish into a thick cloud of black shadows, right now, if he really wanted to change. Commanding the darkness was in his blood. He could, but there were too many curious eyes watching him right now as if this was the first time they were seeing the sun. He completely ignor

The cold air caressed the exposed part of her skin which was not covered with clothing and she immediately regretted leaving the house in a sundress. She took slow steps towards the low grunt as her heart got louder each second that passed. The dark abyss of the night enveloped her as she walked. She strained her eyes in the dark trying to make out any movement as she got closer to the sound. She turned back when she didn't see anything but stopped as she heard another low grunt followed by a sharp intake of air. She took slow steps towards the direction of the sound and finally saw the silhouette of the body on the ground. Turning on her phone's flashlight, she saw a man hunched over clutch

Inferno’s presence unfurled behind my eyes, vast, coiled yet impossibly patient. “And if they ignore that warning,” I finished quietly, “they will learn why this ground answered when I called it home.” The sun finally crested the mountains, light spilling over the lake, painting the villa gold. From the outside, it looked peaceful.From the inside.... Every instinct was awake. Conflict was no longer approaching. It had noticed us. And somewhere beyond the wards, beyond the mountains, beyond the lies that kept the supernatural world neatly compartmentalized.... Someone was deciding whether the Haven of Shadows was a mistake…Or a threat. Either way, the next arrival would not be broken. They wo

The End The Shadow family will be back in Book 2 Ghost Opera

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

If they existed, what else might be lurking in the shadows, just waiting to upend her fragile sense of reality? The gnawing thoughts clawed at her chest until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her breath quickened, her vision blurred at the edges. She had to do something—anything—to calm herself. Her gaze landed on a polished black door near the far end of the room. She stepped toward it with shaky resolve, relieved to find it led to a luxurious bathroom.

A slow release, like it had been holding a breath for centuries and chose now to exhale. And from that breath— Shadows bled upward. Not smoke. Not mist. Shadows. They bent toward us, curious. The threads in my chest burned. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I whispered—not to Lucian, not to Theron. To it. The shadow shifted in answer. My ears popped. My teeth ached. The shape it made was wrong—too tall to be a man, too narrow to be a beast, its edges folding in and out of themselves like pages turning in a book no one was reading.

Not where the Hollow watched. So I nodded and my silence became another chain binding me to her side.And in my heart, a fear grew.Mira was already lost. And if I stayed too long in her shadow, maybe I would be lost too.