Future Shadow Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Rosa was thinking in her mind "I have walked for what feels like a couple of hours now. My mobile seems to be not working and glitching. No wonder this area was prohibited for us. I am actually quite scared. I have an artificial atmosphere device attached with me which is supplying me with the required oxygen so I know I will at least not die due to suffocation or inefficient oxygen. At least not now, till the system is working and till there is oxygen left in the tank. It is connected with hotel Oxymar's main point of supply but there are a thousand different scenarios that might happen. Also I am far away from the safe zone so the supply is pretty weak and eventually it might just stop. I

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

state. They were "Providing the Context" to fight the "Shift." "The 'Shadow-Heir' is a 'Narrative Leech', Sovereign!" Nyx shouted over the shriek of the silver-static. "He’s feeding on the boy's fear to write the 'Bad Ending'! You have to give the boy a 'Positive Prompt'!"

She did not know what it was, but she felt it approaching, felt it in the cold that had nothing to do with winter, felt it in the way the wolves around her grew restless and uneasy. The Father of Shadows was planning something. And when he moved, everything would change. Aria turned and walked back toward the camp, toward her pack, toward a future she could not predict but would face regardless. Behind her, in the darkness beyond the valley, eyes watched and waited and hungered for the blood that was coming.

But I hadn’t and now someone else was doing all the things I should have done. “Prove it,” my father had said. I didn’t know how but I was going to find out. --- I walked back to my house at one in the morning. The light in Amara’s window had gone out. She was sleeping or trying to. I wondered if she dreamed of him. Wondered if she’d ever dreamt of me. My phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number. Not Valerie. Someone else. “ Shadow Ridge moves in ten days, not fourteen. Valerie lied about the timeline. She wants you unprepared”

Waiting for the next take. Forever.

the scent of a world that didn't care about the laws of physics. "Malphas," Elara commanded, not looking back. "Find the frequency." The Shadow brother didn't joke this time. He closed his eyes, his form bleeding into a pool of ink at Elara's feet. He was a creature of the dark, and if there was a hidden basement beneath the basement of the world, he would feel the draft. "I found it, Boss," Malphas’s voice echoed, sounding small and hollow. "But it’s not a location. It’s a... timestamp. It’s the second between the heartbeat and the silence. It’s the space where the Bank keeps the things it’s too afraid to lose."

That scene haunted my dreams for days, leaving me feeling choked up inside. Due to that incident, I talked to the folks who handle our company's sponsorships. When I found out her family was struggling with medical bills, I told them to look out for Sarah. That was the thanks I received. A setup, a trap laid with calculation! Before I could even get my head around that pathetic act, a voice, low and smirking, cut through the tension. "Avery, this doesn't look good at all." It was Wade Rogers, my longtime nemesis, who suddenly appeared right beside me.