Long Shadows An Amos Decker Novel 7 Novels & Stories

They screamed in rage, retreating into the shadows as the light enveloped the room. Kaelen turned to her, his eyes widening in awe. "You did it, Amelia! You pushed them back!" But before they could celebrate, a cold laugh echoed through the room, sending chills down Amelia's spine. "Foolish children," a voice taunted, smooth and sinister. "You think you can beat me that easily?" From the shadows emerged The Shadow himself, cloaked in darkness, his eyes glowing with hatred. The air grew heavy with fear as he stepped forward, an evil grin spreading across his face.

“You revealed it. The chaos was always there, hidden领头先发，紧接着，The Weaver vanished, her form dissolving into the void. The platform trembled, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. From the shadows of the void, figures emerged—not shadow creatures, but echoes of themselves, their faces twisted with rage and despair. Jessica saw her own echo, its eyes hollow, its hands dripping with black blood. “You can’t escape yourselves,” the Weaver said, her voice echoing through the void. “Face your shadows, or they will consume you.” The echoes lunged, and the battle began anew. Jessica fought her own shadow, its movements mirroring hers but faster, crueler. Kade’s echo wa

The moment I do that, I'm pretty sure I'll be able to determine whether it's really my family that got into this or not. Sure enough, the sound leads straight to my room, and I open it to see blood everywhere. Okay, a police officer is definitely coming sooner or later. I need to remove any incriminating evidence—and anything that could reveal the deeper politics within the states. My eyes widen in shock as I see my dad lying over my sister. My sister—she's holding her side and is in a pool of blood—they are both alive, I think to myself. But when I look around, I see all the other men; every single other person is dead. A couple of people from the Shadowfang organization are dead as well, b

The fire in the library had long since gone out. Ash clung to the edges of the hearth like ghosts too stubborn to leave. The once-warm glow that had bathed the room in amber tones was nothing but a memory now, replaced by a brittle cold that sank into the bones. Shadows loomed in the corners—long, unmoving, like watchers in the dark. The scent of old books and aged leather lingered, but beneath it, something sharper had crept in. Metallic. Like the storm-slick scent of blood or a coming reckoning.

The forest is silent. Not the kind of silence that brings peace, but a silence heavy with something waiting—like the air itself knows that everything is about to change. Shadow doesn’t let go of my hand. It’s a brief touch, barely a brush of skin, but enough to feel the electricity crackling between us. His gaze locks onto mine, intense and wary, as if he’s debating whether to tell me the truth or walk away for good. “Amelia, this won’t end well for either of us.”

Another shadow. Opposite side of the yard. My gaze locks onto the long strip of darkness beneath the archway near the far wall. And there she appears. As if the world spat her back out without permission. Amara stumbles forward out of the shadow, dropping hard onto one knee as the wooden blade slips from her grasp and clatters against stone. Silence crashes over the yard like a falling wall. No one breathes. No one speaks. Not until I move. I cross the distance quickly, boots striking dirt in sharp rhythm as adrenaline surges hot through my veins, reaching her in seconds.

And now she was going to be raped by another man, a stranger, only because she once talked to him… “Please…” “Don’t…” Right before that man put his smelly mouth onto her sweet one, a shadow suddenly rushed out from the dark. It came from behind like a flash of black lightning and quickly bit off the man’s throat without making a sound. The man soon collapsed on the cold ground. Blood streamed down to the sewer with the cold rain like a red river. That shadow didn’t stop but dragged the dead body into the dark corner of the alley to avoid frightening Amelia. And then, he stood still and waited in the cold rain until the water drops washed the blood off his fur.

He knows what I’m planning, but the pain in my hand is too great for him to take me back fully. “Anything?” I ask. I’m panting with exertion as I haul myself up using one of the crumbling tombstones for leverage. I’m worried the mossy stone will give beneath my weight, but it holds. “Anything,” Amos promises. I turn my back to the cemetery and the house beyond. When I squint out into the darkness, all I can see is black water and the trunks of the cypress trees rising from the swamp like the rib bones of some huge, ancient creature.

Marx could think of only one reason Sven would want to take such a risk. Cantamaniumheptaheram. He needed the Book of Shadows. And to use it... He would need to know shadow magic. Martha's head fell back and Nico went closer to her. He didn't touch, simply positioned himself in case she needed him. Her mouth opened and a wisp of black mist came out, followed by these words: In the shadows, you will find death In the shadows, you will find yourself In the shadows are the answers you seek But will the words, you dare to speak.

"... Your bloody game makes no sense." "Unless you play it well." I step on another table, unleash my claws and attack him with it but he dodges. He rushes behind a bookshelf and uses it to block my path when I chase him. He pushes it against me while I hold it with one arm and another on the table behind me for support. The books are sliding and hitting me, and since the shelf was emptied it became lighter, I clawed it into two. These bookshelves are unbearable for humans because of their great weight and height. It's only a toy for Amos.