Lingering Shadow Novels & Stories

“Do you really think your shadows can overpower the light? My light?” Thalion laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. “Light is nothing but a temporary illusion, my old friend. It flickers and fades. Shadows endure. Or… have you forgotten our good old days?” He extended his hand, and the walls of the chamber trembled. Grotesque figures emerged from the stone, phantoms of despair that howled and screeched as they launched themselves at Lucifer. Trying its best to inflict damage upon him.

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.

"How much further, Marcus? You said the shrine was just beyond the ridge." Marcus, walking alongside Elena, sighed and adjusted the map in his hands. "It should be. But the terrain isn’t exactly what I remember. It’s as if the forest itself is shifting to keep us out." Lucas tightened his grip on his blade, his jaw clenched. "That’s the shadow’s doing. It knows we’re coming." A low, guttural laugh echoed through the air, sending a chill down their spines. "Indeed, little wolves," the shadow’s voice whispered, disembodied and taunting. "Your journey is futile. You will find only despair beyond the veil."

However, a chasm formed in the river and it sucked the shadow towards its depths. “This can’t be the end of me!” It screamed. “No! Not after thousands of years waiting for this—!” The shadow tried clawing to stop itself from being dragged into the pits. It wasn’t working. “This is not the end! You hear me?! This is not the end!” The shadow’s words echoed as it started to be swallowed by the earth. “No, this is the end,” I uttered under my breath. The weight of everything was falling on my shoulders, almost knocking me down. Yet I stood up, wobbling in my legs, but I stood up, as I felt blood dripping from my hands.

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

“Together.” The wind shifted, rustling the branches overhead. In the distance, the howls of their warriors echoed into the night, a reminder of the power they carried. The Shadowborn could watch all they wanted. Because by sunrise, the hunt would begin. ---------------------------------------------- The night stretched on, restless and thick with tension. Though the Shadowborn had vanished, its presence lingered like a curse in the air. Lillian remained standing beside Aedric long after Gregor had left to reinforce the camp’s defenses.

The shadow was closer now, moving through the ruins, stretching toward us like a dark tide. “We need to fight it,” I said, my voice hoarse with fear. “We need to stop it before it’s too late.” But even as I spoke, I saw the shadow stretch across the floor, its tendrils twisting and curling around us. It was more than just darkness. It was alive. A creature of pure malice, feeding off the fear and despair that filled the air. I could feel it closing in on us, suffocating the light, pushing us further into the darkness.

Evryn's heart skipped a beat, her pulse racing as the voice echoed through the stillness. It wasn’t just a whisper, it was a haunting, familiar presence that curled through her thoughts like a cold wind. The darkness around her seemed to deepen, and for a moment, she was paralyzed by the weight of the words, the very essence of the shadow’s return clinging to the air like smoke.

The day fades slowly, like a nightmare that still haunts you even after you’ve woken. The house where we’ve taken refuge feels like an island adrift in a raging sea. Every room, every corner is steeped in that lingering sense of desperation—that time is running out, and fate is approaching with slow, silent, heavy steps. And yet, despite everything, Shadow and I remain here, fighting, as if this place were our final breath before the fall.

His grey eyes were wide, and I saw the fear in them—the fear of a wolf who had spent his life watching and knew what it meant when something refused to die. "The shadow," he said. "It is still in him. Sleeping. Waiting. The king is dead, but the shadow he created lives on. It has been hiding here, in this crypt, in this body, in the dark. It has been waiting for someone to wake it. Waiting for someone to free it." Theron's claws scraped the stone, leaving deep gouges that glowed faintly in the torchlight. "Then we destroy the body. We burn it. We scatter the ashes. We throw them into the river. We make sure there is nothing left. Nothing to wake. Nothing to free. Nothing to fear."