Long Shadows An Amos Decker Novel 7 Novels & Stories

Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life. The sudden brightness stabbed into his one eye, as the other one had a rod drawn deep and the man on the floor squeezed in fear. His entire face twisted in pain, as if even the light itself was another form of torture. The footsteps stopped. The man forced his one eyelids apart, just a little A thin sliver of vision. All he could see was the silhouette of the figure approaching… And then cold shadow that fell over his broken body like a final warning. “W-at-e-r…” The word scraped out of his throat like broken glass, just a dying sound struggling to exist.

At last, Shane looked pleased. He adjusted the blanket around me with a gentle touch and murmured, "I'll be right outside. If you're not feeling well, just call out for me." However, in the dead of night, a sharp pain ripped through my belly, jolting me awake. Without thinking, I cried out for Shane. At the sound, Shane snapped to alertness, ready to burst through the door. However, before he could act, a heart-wrenching scream echoed from Joanna's room.

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

Without reading the texts, Willow knew the content was insults and hate directed at her. She plopped the phone back into her phone and pulled her coat tighter around her shivering body, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. Such was her life, but thankfully, all would be over eleven days later.

Silas: The world is too bright today. Ashwyck’s stones seem less haunted under the noon sun, but that doesn’t soothe me. If anything, it unsettles. The light feels borrowed, temporary, as though the shadows are holding their breath, waiting for nightfall to reclaim what belongs to them. I am one of those shadows.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

I asked utterly shocked " You just found out about your identity and you are already mastering on it." " I don't know. It just comes inside of me naturally. I just have to thnik and imagine what i want to and the things happens and sometims Colton helps me." was all she replied " Go, I have these shadows to keep me safe. I will be fine." " We will die but won't let anything happen to our mistress." the shadows announced in unison " Long live the Queen." they got down on their knees and bowed to their queen making Alpha's eyes go wide in realization.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Dismayed Trish didn’t bother to reply her she reached to open the heavy door. Connie moved to help her and they both started laughing at how heavy the door was. Leading the way, Connie went inside and the heavy door closed behind Trish with a loud thud that made them jump as they found themselves in a short dark hallway. Holding hands they moved inside and the place was empty and dimly lit with the only light and low sound coming from the bar. They walked towards the light hoping to find someone but the counter was empty. ‘What do we do now, this place looks dead to me and as you can see Emma is not here.’ Trish whispered desperate to leave, the place was making her uncomfortable.