Emilico Shadow House の小説・ストーリー

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.

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.

And the Echo would learn: Shadow cannot silence fire.

Kowloon’s underworld pulsed with danger, its narrow alleys hiding The Shadow’s hidden stronghold, a fortified warehouse buried in Hong Kong’s neon sprawl. Kai Castellano moved through the shadows, his black jacket torn, his icy blue eyes burning with resolve. The Shadow’s network, tied to Dmitri Volkov and exposed at the summit, threatened their empire—Castellanos and La Rosa Nera—with a global war. Lorenzo’s betrayal, Alessio’s death, and Valentina’s sacrifice scarred Kai, but Gianna’s desperate kiss in the alley anchored him. His shoulder wound ached, his jaw clenched, their love a flame that burned through his pain.

“But on the off chance that we can get River; she won’t be scared if I’m there. She knows me.” “You’re a Shadow?” Milo smiled. Dillon nodded yes. “Sure, you can come. Red will come with us as well.” Milo told them. Megan had a look of concern on her face. Milo smiled at her. “Not to worry mom, I’ll take care of your baby boy, as long as he can shadow all will be good.” Megan reluctantly shook her head in agreement. “Okay, but you stay close to Milo.” Megan told him.

Shivers ran down my spine at the sudden intrusion and I trembled with apprehension. Uncoordinated and unsteady steps graced my ears as I gazed at the figure that had merged completely with the darkness of my room. "W-who is t-there? Em-Emilio?" I stammered, clenching on to the duvet covers of my bed. Like a reply, Emilio stepped out of the shadows. He is so creepy at times. My God! In his hand, carried a bottle of alcohol with a little quantity of liquid which danced at the bottom as he twirled the bottle around his fingers.