Dirk Strider Shades Novels & Stories

"Let us load the transport wagon immediately before the Warlord alters his tactical calculations!" "My boots are already moving, Father," I reply, keeping my facial muscles completely flat as we exit the central sector. Tahlia Sterling POV "You cannot pull your staff from this production, Director Kaelen, just because my court-bred claws fail to match your archaic battlefield requirements!" I shriek, throwing the black obsidian token onto the iron table with an aggressive slam. "Look at the jagged sigil carved into that stone! David Duskbane's private frequency is backing my shadow!"

My skin is extremely pale and my eyes are significantly sunk in like something just sucked the life out of me. I struggle while walking but make it to my bedroom. I lock the door and lay in there hoping to escape this nightmare.

No, no, no, that's Nightshade Pack's Beta, the current Livia is no match for him! There seemed to be blood spreading out from the corners of my eyes, almost all of my eyes were filled with Nightshade Pack fighters, and in the moment of tearing apart the enemy, through the gaps between the bodies of these fighters, I saw the body of Nightshade Pack's Beta pouncing on Livia!

Even Misty came, and I briefly see her and Piper, Evander’s little sister, sneaking glasses of champagne while everyone else is distracted. I’m not sure what’s meant to happen next, but a priestess meets us in the center of the platform dressed in robes of deep blue, black, and violet–the official colors of the Shadowsynger line. I expect her to say a few words, but she simply motions for me to follow her into the crowd. Confused, I turn to Evander, who nods for me to follow her. My nerves erupt again. I wonder if they’re going to cut me open and do some blood ritual.

Miss Ivy commanded without a care for what had happened to me. I followed her out of the room. Within the hallway, we meet Alpha Strider. His dark hair was messy as if he had just gotten up. He was now wearing a white shirt that looked the same as the one he had given me and the dark pants from yesterday. With a straight face, he halted, staring at me. His stare was so powerful, I stopped, overcome by great fear, and I found myself lowering to the tiled floor, scared. "Get up," said Miss Ivy, stopping to see me.

When he opened them again he was back in the grand hall of Reinhold in the shadows, he watched contently as the last members of Divine Victory drew their weapons against Terribor Strife who waited patiently on his throne. His men slowly approached out of the shadows, donned in black and blood red outfits with a mask of a rabid dog. “My orders are to stay in the shadows and not to engage”. Shreftwood stepped forward “You will pay for your crimes Terribor Strife!” Terribor stood from his throne and clicked his fingers, more silhouettes began appearing round the edges of the room. “Will I Shreftwood Swiftrunner? Or will you?!” “I am Death”, Severance whispered again.

Before long, my office door was pushed open. Sabrina came in wearing a sexy business suit, swaying her hips as she walked. Three buttons on her collar were undone, revealing part of her bra strap. Black stockings wrapped around her thighs, and her tight skirt barely reached the top of her legs. With every step, I caught teasing glimpses of what lay beneath. I was still troubled by paperwork and had no mind for intimacy. However, she came to my desk and poured me a cup of coffee. When she bent over, everything under her collar was exposed before my eyes.

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.

I asked breathing heavily. " Let's not think about that right now. Right now you need to stand up and open that gate at every cost." he replied " Trust me," " I do but how can I know you are Colton but not someone else in Colton's disguise?" I asked. " Try top open your all senses and power and put your focus on my shadow and you will find the real face. If you see my face for five minutes in frnt of your closed eyes than it means it is me but if you see something blurry then you will find out it's not me but another shadow that is trying to trick you." he replied and looked at Easton " I will give you guys the privacy to get dressed."

We were already wet from the rain and he gave me his own clothes to change into, it scented of him and I felt so warm "Would you like to shower? He asked. "Of course not, I'm okay" I would have loved to but I was too tired and lazy. "Alright, make yourself comfortable here, let me go and arrange the room you will sleep in" he said and left me alone. I looked around and noticed everywhere was also extremely neat and had his scent. It was decorated in black and white, black cushion or rather sofar, white beautiful cotton and so on. Suddenly they cut the power and everywhere became dark and creepy, I was always very scared of darkness since I was little and it didn't change till now. A scream a