Court Of Shadows Novels & Stories

The baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

Their intentions on what they have planed for the doctor was worse than what any mortal could conger up on their worst day. Long shadowy finger like tendrils reached for the doctor’s shadow and grabbed a hold of it. His fat body hit the hard concrete floor. The shadows began to drag him slowly toward the vortex. He felt the strange tugging at his body and he could feel himself being pulled along by his shadow.” What the hell? Im not going any where with you.”He began to thrash about violently but to no avail. The shadows began to reveal the faces of all of his innocent victims. Every last woman, man and child.”NO! NO! IT CAN’T BE! YOU ARE ALL DEAD! NO! SOMEBODY HELP ME! PLEASE NO!” He contin

I demanded him. " Who told you that?" Easton asked. " I asked for the answer in Yes or No. So answer me did you or did you not?" I asked again. " I did, Mi reina. But that is in the past now. She means nothing to me. She is just a friend of mine. That's it." Easton told me while trying to reach for me when I was surrounded by eight of the Shadows that were stopping Easton from reaching me. "Are they shadows? Didn't they extinct a long time ago?" everyone asked looking at all the shadows shocked. They turned around and bowed down in front of me in respect.

He nodded, contented from my response. “The shadow pack has a secret gift, passed down to generations. Its an ability inherited from our ancestors, an ability to see through the shadow of the people. It is called the ‘shadow eye’.” I... haven’t heard of that. My confusion must have illustrated with my reaction that Jacob gave an immediate explanation for it. “I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.”

It creaked as it opened the sound echoing through the initial silence. Once in, the stench of decay and stale smoke hit us like a physical force, but I didn’t flinch. It was a labyrinth of half-light and clutter, the space filled with the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of metal. The men inside hanged around on tattered furniture or clustered around makeshift tables, their eyes immediately shifting towards us with a mix of curiosity and respect. Levi, the boss of this dark haven, stood apart from the rest. His bearded face was a canvas of scars and shadows, his eyes gleaming with a cold, calculating intelligence that had earned him his place at the top.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

I stood inside a silver void, calm, endless, weightless. The Moon Goddess appeared before me, her presence so soft it didn’t burn, just wrapped around me like air. “Goddess,” I breathed. Her eyes dimmed with concern. “The shadows move faster than expected.” “Jace? The Shadow Court? The sigils” “All pieces of one truth.” “And my child?” My voice cracked. “Witches are dying with warnings. The Court marks the trees. Jace’s magic is everywhere. Why?” Her expression didn’t change, but something in the air grew heavier. “Every bridge creates a reflection… and every light casts a shadow.”

Chapter 127 **Evangeline's POV** The wedding hall stretched before me like a church built from nightmares. Black stone walls rose to impossible heights, carved with faces that seemed to watch and whisper. Hundreds of candles burned with flames that gave no warmth, casting dancing shadows that moved wrong. The air itself felt thick with dark magic, pressing against my skin like silk dipped in poison. I walked down the aisle between rows of creatures that had once been human. Shadow Court nobles with eyes like burning coals. Demons wearing beautiful faces that couldn't quite hide the rot beneath. Things that had crawled out of forgotten graves to witness my change into their queen.

Watching. Elara followed behind Kael, her bare feet silent against the cold floor. Every step echoed, though neither of them spoke. Around them, the air shimmered faintly—warding spells, hundreds of them, woven into the very walls. The Court of Shadows wasn’t built to impress. It was built to contain. Kael stopped before the dais at the room’s heart. His crimson cloak swept across the ground, the faint clink of his armor breaking the silence. “Do not speak unless spoken to,” he said quietly, not turning to face her. “They feed on weakness here.”

"So how on earth do you plan to beat your uncle and save your father without Kaelen's battalions? You can't fight a whole territory with a pocket knife, Valeria." I set the shears down against the marble table, turning to face him fully as I picked up a bottle of medical alcohol and poured a generous amount directly onto the raw, slashed skin. I gritted my teeth, my jaw locking into a rigid line as a violent, white-hot scream of pain tore through my nerves. I took a sharp, silent breath, forcing my body to absorb the agony as the chemical burned away the broadsword's lingering paralytic residue. "We are officially activating the Shadow Court," I declared smoothly, my voice chillingly steady