Emilico Shadow House Novels & Stories

The shadow let out an unearthly shriek and dissipated into the air. Breathing hard, drenched in rain and sweat, Emma approached the node. It was a small, cylindrical device, glowing faintly, humming in sync with the shadows outside. She knew what to do. She connected her signal device, forcing its pulse into the node. The hum intensified, reverberating through her bones. The shadows outside twisted and shrieked, retreating into corners as the node’s connection faltered. Emma’s fingers ached, sweat and rain dripping down her arms, but she held firm. Finally, the hum steadied, the shadows froze, and the node went dark.

She scoffed and crossed her arms, not hiding the fact of how displeased she was. "Shadow, why don't you come here?" Reyna requested as she blinked her lashes. Footsteps from behind echoed as everyone stayed silent inside the dining room. Keisha could only keep her gaze on Eros, knowing he might react strangely again. "My apologies for what happened," Shadow apologized as he held his hand on his left chest and bowed down to the mafia boss. That's right, what's his is now Eros'. He's below Eros, and Eros can get whatever he desires. "Keisha has been gone for more than a week, my emotions got the best of me. I'll make sure to never let it happen again." Shadow clenched his jaw as he kept his co

“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. And they were home.

I let out a cry. The footsteps behind are louder and are moving faster. I look behind me in the darkened hallway, waiting for whatever’s behind me to appear in the yellow dim light. I wait there anxiously, the nerves in my body make me almost want to vomit. The footsteps stop just before the light, I still can’t see whatever it is as it waits in the darkness. No sound is heard, the air around grew intense, my nerves were all over the place as I stared into the darkness in front of me. Just then the light above blew out letting out a loud pop. From behind I can feel the presence of someone. I can feel someone breathing on the back of my neck as I sit there too terrified to look behind me. “We

As they walked, the growling grew louder, and Emilia could feel the ground shaking beneath her feet. Suddenly, a massive wolf emerged from the shadows. Its eyes glowed with an unnatural intelligence, and its fur seemed to ripple with dark energy. Emilia gasped, her heart racing with fear. "What is that?" Emilia asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Liam's expression turned grim. "That's a Shadow Wolf," Liam said. "They're a legendary breed, said to be born from darkness and chaos." Emilia's eyes widened, her mind racing with questions. "What does it want?" Emilia asked.

Then I saw them. The Shadowborn. Their formation stretched through the forest, precise and silent. Their armor was not forged, but grown, metal fused with flesh, their veins glowing faint red beneath the skin. The split wolf sigil burned across their chests like an open wound. And at their center, walking with deliberate calm, was Emory. My son. His hair was longer now, streaked with soot and silver. His face sharper, colder, shaped by something that had forgotten humanity. One eye glowed gold, the other black, swirling faintly like smoke behind glass.

Jennifer's voice was tinged with hysteria as she shouted, "It's not true! What can a few chat logs prove anyway? They're fakes! He's trying to smear my name!" The cop's face was all business as he replied, "We've checked the chat logs with tech. They're legit." However, my parents were not ready to give up. "It had to be Ella. She must've lured Nelson into taking those shots, setting Jennifer up to take the fall!" I turned to my parents with disbelief. "So what you're saying is, the girl in those pictures isn't Jennifer? It's supposed to be me?" "Ridiculous," my dad snapped. "I'm your father. Don't you think I'd know my own child?"

They were unaware of my identity, their memories and mine diverging as swiftly as a river branching into separate tributaries. Emilio Vargas, the leader of the Black Shadow, exuded authority as he entered first. His piercing eyes were like twin obsidian orbs that took in every detail of the room. I knew him as the puppeteer, the mastermind behind the cartel's operations. I had fantasized about taking him down, but nothing seemed to stick on them; they had paid puppets in every step.

Therefore, all she saw was the refraction of the shadow. Emilia grabbed a vase to protect her. She felt slightly more confident dealing with whatever was before her. She was trying to see inside the living room while stepping slowly. Then Emilia stopped in the middle of the room. Nothing happened there. Emilia then walked to a wall to find switch lights. Before her hand was able to reach it, Emilia gasped shockingly. Someone closed her mouth with a palm. "Stay quiet!" a whisper blew to Emilia's earlobe. ***

Dismayed Trish didn’t bother to reply her she reached to open the heavy door. Connie moved to help her and they both started laughing at how heavy the door was. Leading the way, Connie went inside and the heavy door closed behind Trish with a loud thud that made them jump as they found themselves in a short dark hallway. Holding hands they moved inside and the place was empty and dimly lit with the only light and low sound coming from the bar. They walked towards the light hoping to find someone but the counter was empty. ‘What do we do now, this place looks dead to me and as you can see Emma is not here.’ Trish whispered desperate to leave, the place was making her uncomfortable.