Emilico Shadow House Novels & Stories

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

Leo walked forward, picking up a single, glowing blue shard from the floor. "Mama?" he whispered. Suddenly, a screen on the wall—the only one still powered by a backup battery—flickered to life. It wasn't a news feed. It was a GPS coordinate. Location: Port of Marseille. Terminal 4. And beneath the coordinate, a single text line appeared: "The Shadow Empress is dead. Long live the House of Everett-Northwood. — M."

Cody nodded and said “We have quarter horses here for riding, stay away from the black, his names Shadow and he only likes your sister. As for the thoroughbreds we are meeting with a girl tomorrow she’ll be trying out as our exercise rider and jockey.” Jackson and Kaleb weren’t stupid enough to look a gift horse in the mouth; they knew that their sister could help them have a better life. When Angel got up at 5:00 a.m. she knocked on both teen doors, when they answered they were half asleep, she said “Day begins early around here, you can either get showered and dressed or do that and meet me in the gym it’s in the pool house.” When she walked into the gym, she was pleasantly surprised to se

I am what you could be," the shadow said. "What you should be. Unlimited. Unchained. Free." "Free to destroy everything I love." "Free to stop pretending you are something you are not." The shadow circled me. "You chain yourself with mercy. With compassion. With love. But those chains make you weak. Vulnerable." "They make me human." "You are not human." The shadow's smile was cruel. "You are Shadowborn.

They moved too fast, too fluid, like they didn't quite exist in the same world as us. One of them stepped toward me, and Storm's hand shot up. Light exploded from her palm, slamming into the creature and turning it to ash. "Shadowspawn," she said flatly. "They're the servants of something older. Something darker." Kai appeared through the smoke, his blades already drawn. His eyes went gold, his body rippling as he fought against shifting. "Emilie, get down!" I dropped as he lunged forward, slicing through a shadow creature that had been reaching for me. It dissolved without a sound.

Because she wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at the shadow. And for the first time— There was no confusion in her eyes. No fear. Only recognition. “You left me there.” Her voice came out… different. Layered. Echoing. Not just hers. The shadow didn’t deny it. “Because you weren’t ready.” A long pause. Heavy. “And now?” Emily asked quietly. The shadow stepped closer. Close enough that the darkness brushed against her skin. Cold. Familiar. “Now…” A whisper.

“Emeric is what Anton and his father call a shadow spy, only a few even know we have these types of spies,” “And a shadow spy is?” I asked before anyone else could, my hands comforting my pregnant self and although I felt mad Emrys never told me about any of this, I decided to take a deep breath and reason with myself… Maybe he has an explanation as to why he never told me any of this.

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

A shadow flitting across her window. *** At first, she thought it was just a trick of the light, a reflection from the city outside. But the shadow moved again, deliberate, slow. Emilia’s breath caught in her throat. Her pulse quickened. Something was wrong. Two figures pressed against the window, careful, silent. Their faces were hidden beneath masks, and their movements were precise, almost surgical. Fear prickled at the edges of her mind, but before she could fully react, one of them slipped inside.

Something forbidden. Emilia's knees buckled as a wave of nausea hit her. She saw flashes—her father’s face, a silver blade, a red moon overhead. She backed away. “I need to leave. This place… it remembers.” Asher stood and grabbed her wrist gently, but his eyes were different now—colder, alert. “Something’s watching.” The woods were silent. Too silent. Emilia closed her eyes. The breath of the forest curled around her like steam. Then... movement. Something dark, circling. Not beast. Not man. A hybrid of rage and shadow.