Interlude Shadow Novels & Stories

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

My head bounced with a loud thud that echoed through my ears and darkness captured me. Relief flooded my body as I laid in the darkness. I felt light and peaceful. There was no pain, just lightness. It felt like I was floating. I was no longer falling, just still in the darkness. I pulled myself to my feet and felt the floor beneath me. I looked down at my stomach like there should be something there, but I couldn’t think why. I wandered through the darkness looking for a way out like normal. There was always a way out, but this time it was not obvious. The darkness was a bottomless pit. I walked and walked.

Every step was fraught with danger, and the air crackled with tension. As we neared our destination, a sudden realization struck me. The Shadows were not just an external threat. They had infiltrated our lives, entangling themselves in our past and present. We had unwittingly played into their hands, dancing to their tune without knowing the full extent of their control. The final confrontation loomed before us as we entered a vast chamber bathed in eerie blue light. The enigmatic leader of The Shadows stood before us, a figure shrouded in darkness, his identity concealed. His voice reverberated through the chamber, chilling our bones.

Allan’s shadow manipulation guided them, his control over the darkness creating a clear path. They finally reached the heart of the fortress, where the Shadow Relic, a dark, pulsating orb, sat atop a pedestal. The room was filled with an oppressive energy, the shadows swirling around them. Kai stepped forward, his hand reaching for the relic. As his fingers brushed the surface, the shadows in the room seemed to come alive, forming into a massive, dark figure. The figure spoke, its voice a deep, echoing growl. “You seek the power of the Shadow Relic, but you must prove your worth. Face me, and show that you are worthy.”

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

Willow was seated next to the client, Cameron Shuttle, and her boss motioned for her to give a toast. “Here’s to you, Mr. Shuttle.” Willow downed the shot, the strong liquor searing her throat. “I’ll drink to that.” She had observed countless instances of subordinates ingratiating themselves with their superiors while with Roy, so she was more than capable of playing the part. However, she did not expect memories of Roy to surface now. With a returned toast from Cameron, the mood lightened. Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together.

… He steps forward… his behaviour made eclipse on her moonlight face… her face becomes dark and pale, she nodded her head down… “hey,” I shout. Anger sweeps over my vein. I feel like my anger will burn everything… I stepped forward… Diru holds my arm, shaking her head, trying to stop me but I can’t… “Pick them up” I pointed my finger towards the cookies and ordered him… He turns around and moves forward… He pretends like he didn’t listen to me or he just ignores me… I moved in front of him and block his way… I said, “Are u deaf? I said to pick them up”… Our eyes were combatting with each other…

“That cannot happen. The body rejects what it cannot hold.” “Can it not?” I forced myself to stand and flipped back through the pages with shaking hands. The paper bit me. “There is a missing piece,” I said. “Right here.” The Shadow God went still. The temperature dropped until my breath was visible. “Where is it?” “I don’t know." He was quiet for a long time. Then he stepped closer until I could feel the cold of him on my skin, until the blue torches dimmed as if afraid. “Then we take what we need to finish it,” he said. “And we strike now, while they are still fighting themselves.”

Ruvan asked, his voice tight. Elira nodded. “The shard glows stronger the closer we get.” She raised the shard in her hand. It pulsed faintly—like a second heartbeat. “We’re being watched,” Isolde muttered. “The shadows aren’t still.” “They never are here,” the Crimson Mage replied. “This place exists between breath and bone.” Elira stepped forward. “Let’s move.” --- The descent was slow. Twisted trees lined the path, blackened and hollow, their branches curled like claws. No birds sang. No snow fell. Even their footsteps made no sound.

It was about him standing between me and whatever came next. The first shadow broke through the treeline. It wasn’t a shape. It was absence. Like someone had torn a hole in the world and let the dark seep out. The edges rippled like smoke, but its hunger was solid. Kael shifted forward instinctively, putting himself between me and it. The wolves closed in around us, forming a crescent. “Lyra,” he said. “I’m already working on it,” she snapped, runes flaring bright. The shadow lunged.