Doctor Who The Shadow Proclamation Novels & Stories

He is weakening, I need to get to him immediately. “We have been saying it for some time, and now, it is finally, absolutely true!” Yukon’s voice tears through the night and he raises his alcohol canteen up into the air, spilling a few drops onto his hair and body. “This is the age of the Shadow Prowlers!’ The rogues howl, lifting their heads in unison to the moon. Shit. My eyes slowly trail up to the space above me and I see the glowing orb reaches its highest peak. It is a full moon tonight.

Ghostly images bloomed in the air: Hellfire curling in delicate spirals. Wings of shadow edged with starlight. A small, radiant form radiating power so vast it warped the light around it. The doctor gasped. Fell to his knees. Head to the ground so hard I heard the thud. “My lord…” His voice was reverent. Broken. “It is a child… You have a child…” The other physicians—those still breathing—dropped one by one. Knees hitting stone. Foreheads following.

“One must willingly surrender their greatest love. Only then will the relics unleash their true power to destroy the shadow for good.” Before anyone could respond, the ground quaked violently. The shadow entity, larger and more menacing than before, surged into the chamber. Its smoky tendrils lashed out, forcing the group into a defensive stance. “I grow tired of this game!” the shadow roared, its voice echoing like a storm. “Give me the relics, or I will consume your very souls.” Wickham stepped forward, his weapon raised. “You’ll have to go through me first!” The shadow laughed darkly. “Bravery without power is foolishness.” It lunged, a tendril wrapping around Wickham’s arm and flinging h

This was a frequent reminder to him regarding his daughter. Finally, after a few months of enduring unimaginable pain and pressure, Natasha welcomed Tessa, a cherished addition to their family. Natasha's remarkable ability to conceal her ailment, even while under the same roof with her husband, spoke volumes about her strength. The delivery, though a harrowing rollercoaster ride due to her frail condition, ended in success. However, her personal doctor, Mr. Sam, delivered the devastating news to her that another pregnancy would jeopardize her. Despite this, he celebrated the safe delivery. Two blissful years passed as the couple enjoyed the joy of their newfound family. Then, one fateful day

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

Nobody's POV In the basement, the Shadows loaded their guns, put on some gloves, and protected their heads, bodies, and legs. And they were very much ready for movement. The time was 4:32pm. They headed out, driving speedily on the highways like they owned the town. Of course they did. The two huge lorries followed the SUVs. When they got to Dock Twelve, the yard appeared deadened with silence. They say silence is the calm before the storm. But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be.

Good. I saw a shadowy figure move from behind one of the pillars. "I'm here! Give me the kids!" I yelled. The figure stepped out of the shadows and walked towards me. It was dark, but I could make out the body structure of a tall, thin man. He was wearing a dark cloak and a mask similar to that of a plague doctor in the 14th century. I heard the shadowy figure clap slowly "I'm impressed. Had you been five minutes late, these kids would have been dead. Very well a deal is a deal, you can have them back."

Zeke could admit that the sound brought him relief, too. Shadow waited on his knees for what felt like forever, keeping track of everything the doctors did and not giving a shit that people had to walk or drive around him. “Young man, you look badly injured. Shall I help you into the infirmary?” Shadow looked at the doctor who had come to disturb him and growled. The doctor was a wolf. He looked down and stepped away from him, then immediately walked back into the infirmary. It wasn’t until he heard them settle Ava into a room that he stood and brushed his stiff knees.

If he didn't play his cards perfectly, he wouldn't even make it past the front gate. As he reached the outskirts of the canal district, the ruins seemed more oppressive than usual. The Shadow Guards, though invisible to his untrained eyes, watched him from the rafters. They recognized him the rat who had abandoned the Doctor. They saw the way he clutched his pocket, the way his eyes darted around like a cornered animal. “The rat returns,” Regnar whispered into his comms, perched on a rusted fire escape three stories up. “Should we eliminate him, My King?”

" I shouted over the cacophony of screeching stars. The Conclave members stood perfectly still, seemingly unaffected by the maelstrom around us. "The prophecy has been spoken," the central figure said calmly. "And now, all forces seek to claim you." As if summoned by their words, a tear appeared in the fabric of reality itself. Through it, I could see shadows moving, hungry and relentless. The Shadow Lords, I realized with a jolt of fear. They were coming for me. But they weren't alone. From another rift emerged figures of pure light, their beauty almost painful to behold. Celestials, I thought, but unlike any I'd ever seen or read about.