Long Shadows An Amos Decker Novel 7 Novels & Stories

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

“Am I to assume you have all the answers for me?” “If only it were that simple.” Asmodeus sighed. “I can, however, give you some and help guide you to others.” He continued to step further into the darkness, shadows dancing at his feet. They twisted as of turning to see if she would follow, but his back remained to her. She stuck out her tongue at the shadows. “Careful taunting them. They sometimes have a mind of their own.” Amerie closed her mouth and began to follow him. Her anger still danced inside her. Asteri watched silently as the new power stirred restlessly.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

“I’m sorry for shouting. Listen, don’t tell about it to father, he wouldn’t believe you, okay? I’ll… take care of this. And you, you and I should keep this a secret. Not one soul should know about what you can see, okay?” “R-Roscoe… there is something… in your shadow, too…” His full black shadow has faint red and green in it. I keep looking at his shadow more, to see what else I could see so I can tell him, but he held my face and made my eyes look at him. “It’s our secret, okay? Do you understand?” There was desperation and frustration in his voice, his hands are cold, and his eyes are… somehow, scared. I’m lost.

, this feeling was not only strictly forbidden, but also its power posed a great danger, especially to the Darkness. Johhan was racing through the city, ignoring the puzzled stares of humans he passed, occasionally hitting someone lightly, especially if the sidewalk was too crowded. Fortunately, this did not happen often, because it was already evening and there were less people outside than during the day. Johhan wanted to be at the portal to Underworld as soon as possible, which, however, was very far away from the city center, behind the suburbs, in the woods, away from mortal eyes. ~~~~~~

Darkness cracked his neck to the side, releasing his shadows so they could play. The moment Alpha Derrick moved, Darkness's shadows caught him by the leg, and flung him away. Alpha Derrick's Wolf hit the barricade with a loud thump, before he could regain himself, shadows wrapped around him, squeezing him tightly, consuming his darkness. The wolf roared, biting the shadows, trying to get them off him but he bit nothing but air.

Why was there this feeling I cannot explain when I look at him? In that instant, he flashed his gaze at me and I fell entirely succumbed to whatever my mind swallowed me in. My head ached for a moment trying to think about him. ‘Let it go, Becky.’ The soft voice of my shadow calmed me. Devereux wasn't important right now. My brother was. And I had to find him. After they disappeared into the swarm of people, Leighton got in the car. “You seem quite tense.” As much as I wanted to deny that, I couldn't help but inquire about Archer, “Who is he, Marc?"