Emilico Shadow House Novels & Stories

I throw myself to the nearest wall and look around the room. “At least this one has a window to look out from”, I jokingly say to myself. I drag myself closer to the window, grab hold of the frame, and pull myself into the window leaning on it. I look in the window, I stare eyes wide through the blood-stained glass. I can see Brittany sitting in the corner of a room across from the room, I'm in. The window in the room is adjacent to another room next to me. I try to open the window but it's stuck, the window won't budge. I start shouting for her and banging on the window. I can see Brittany walk stand up and walk over to the window and stare into it. It's as if she is starting right past me

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.

“We need access to my room. There’s a hidden wall behind my clothes, in my closet —inside are the prophecy clues . We need to start solving this bloody mess before she wears my face to my funeral.” “So… we steal the key from Theo?” Sonia sounds far too excited about this. I grin, savoring the moment. > “No need. You two forget who I am.” They both pause mid-chew. “I’m SHADOW. I don’t need keys to open doors. When I came here to help with the killer, I already memorized the castle plans. The only place I couldn’t access was the hidden library—because it wasn’t on the plans. But the rest? I can get in. What I need is backup—to clean and sort the room before anyone realizes what we’re doing.”

"If I knew you'd start liking him because of that, I would've told you right away. I never thought it would take this long. We almost missed our chance." At that thought, I felt so lucky. It was like the Moon Goddess was watching over me, helping me find my true prince by chance. I had wanted to confront Isolde about pushing me into the water, but she was nowhere to be found, and no one had heard from her in three days. On the day Lucian and I were to be bonded, she crashed the ceremony with a pack of werewolf fighters! It turned out the Ashenclaw pack had been plotting a rebellion for ages.

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.

my mom asked in trembling voice. " What do you want from my daughter and why are you calling her your mistress?" dad asked in a deep voice. " Mr. Castello. Trust me I don't mean a single harm to your daughter instead I am here t help her out.I know you guys are scared but I can explain everything. My name is Colton and I am a shadow from the shadow dimension. The dimension whose queen is your daughter and our mistress Minerva." Colton announced and looked at me.