Emilico Shadow House Novels & Stories

“We are close to finding the truth.” “Are you that happy?” Elijah lifted a small smile when Shadow’s cheekbone lifted. Although Shadow didn’t take part in the brawl, she was wearing her sleeveless knee-length coat attached with a hoodie painted with a yellow and red snarl falcon logo at the back. Plus with the creepy smiling mask on the face. The majority of them didn’t know Shadow’s face and only the trusted members had the privilege to have seen one. “We are near the end. The useless territory dispute will end soon.”

“Look.” She followed his gaze: the rising sun cast beams through frost-tinted glass, painting the cabin with soft slants of light. Dust floated like silver motes in that glow—a quiet celebration of new beginnings. He touched the moonstone, said, “That’s us. Holding light inside shadow.” Trixie nodded, heart full. “Light inside shadow. Luna and Wolf.” Ryker pressed his forehead to hers again. “Our forever story.” They settled back against the pillows, hands locked over the ring, breathing together. No words necessary. Inside the cabin, the morning stretched around them—warm, enduring, infinite.

I offer him the courtesy of an ending equal to his craft. Dennise shadows him along a lower seam, her heat signature a cooled thread. Luca ghosts the high lines. Yelena kisses locks open with a filament and a sigh. Emir’s van hums where I told it to hum. The sisters are not visible yet, but their work is, a small switchbox face-down, a wire bridge over a blind, the absence of trash where a human would have left a receipt for the city to read. At 3:17, Dennise’s voice barely touches the channel: “He favors the north lip. He caught our first shadow shift. He didn’t trust it. He wants proof he was right.”

But Shadow is by my side, and that’s all that matters. We sprint down the hallway, our steps thunderous against the floor. Every muscle in my body is taut, every sense on high alert. I’m ready for the worst. But Shadow doesn’t look so certain. Something’s gnawing at him from the inside. His eyes gleam with a dangerous intensity, but there’s desperation behind them that unnerves me. “Shadow, what is it?” My voice is sharp with urgency, but he just lowers his head. “We can’t keep running, Emily.”

"I don't know what sort of game this Mr Sinister but don't you dare touch me! Keep your hand out of me." "Off you." He quickly interjected with that weird plastic smirk," I believe you meant 'Off you' not 'Out of you'….. At least not yet." I blinked in confusion,"uh-What?" "We're here." He ignored and cut my question off. Quickly putting into the driveway, he asked and took the suitcase out. Hesitantly, I stepped out of the car and looked at the towering house that the moon shone beautifully on. Yet, there was was nothing beautiful about the business that went on inside the house.

Then she stopped. Through the quiet rustling, I thought I heard her calling my name. “Mariah, where are you? I’m so scared...” My mom had always been afraid of the dark. I grew up in a single-parent household so to support me, my mom often worked late into the night. I always waited for her at the end of a long alley, eager to escort her home. By holding my hand, she always found the courage to step into the darkness. She also suffered from claustrophobia.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

Matthias shouted to his parents, "Send Katana to my chambers now. Emma is in danger!" Matthias faded and entered their room to find Emma fading fast as a shadow sat upon her with a pillow held upon her head, suffocating her. He knew her heartrate was falling fast, and she was not long for this world. Charging at the shadow, he passed right through and fell upon the floor next to Emma. He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs.

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going