Marshadow Novels & Stories

He couldn't join her today because he couldn't risk leaving the unknown guest alone. Just as he was about turning to go back inside, he saw Lily. She had something in her mouth. A small backpack. She dropped it at his feet before walking inside. He picked it up and walked inside. After giving Lily a snack for her services, he opened the bag carefully. An empty water bottle, some empty wraps for granola bars and two unopened bars were the contents of the bag. He turned the bag over, shaking the bag vigorously. Nothing else was in the bag but amongst the wraps of granola bars, he noticed a small name tag depicting one name ... Kamara.

Robb glanced at her and interrupted, “ This isn't the moon crystal, it's a fake, someone made it look like the moon crystal to deceive you, ” Amaria's eyes widened in disbelief. She shook her head and tried processing everything she just heard. “ Then what is it? ” Dove asked. “ It's Larq, a crystal made from pure infant blood, this was normally used back in the days to lure Daemons into a trap. Daemons sure love the smell and taste of an infant's blood, it stimulates their appetite and makes them go madly hungry. But now it is considered as an illegal act to sell or produce this thing.” Robb explained.

Now that she said her piece and drew the line, she turned to leave. "Wait, please-" his arm hurriedly grabbed her wrist, twitching like he was scared of hurting her. His grab caused the sleeve of her dress to roll up a little, he stared at her wrist, a surprised glint lingering in his eyes as she jerked away from his touch. "That mark..." He said, suddenly uncuffing his shirt and rolling off the sleeve, he outstretched his right arm next to hers, "it's the same as mine." Maria has had that birthmark since forever and she was convinced she was born with it, it looked like a faint tattoo of a fiery sun and has faded even more as she grew older. Why then did he have the same one on his wrist at

Amaris As I close the distance, I shift back to my human form, smoothly transitioning from running on four paws to two feet. It’s been less than twelve hours since I first got the feeling that something was wrong, but I still fear at what I’m going to find when I make it to the Range Rover. Climbing up between trees, I wind my way over to the driver’s side and lean down, looking into the window to see if there is any sign of life within the vehicle.

(Sharon Jackson) “it’s not mine…it’s Ran-Ssi offices…I just use it momentarily each time I come here…oh Also, Sharon..I got a new products for Virtue Bio…here…I called this Universal Antidote…” 1111MicrosoftInternetExplorer402DocumentNotSpecified7.8 磅Normal0

Alive. Mara. The caption beneath the photo was four words. *Tick tock, Neah. Forty hours left. Come to Shadow Peak alone or she dies next.* My hand shook. The stairwell tilted. This time nobody deleted the message.

"We need the spike for the final encryption layer." He ramps the toy down. Just a tease. A cruel, low flutter. "Don't stop!" I beg, my hands shaking over the keys. "Type," he says. "Earn it." I type furiously. I’m hunting for the file names. Project_Panopticon.mp4. Harlan_Medical_Logs.p*f. Deepfake_Render_Queue. "Found it!" I shout, too loud. The hipster glares at me. PROGRESS: 82%...

Behind her, younger Mara grinning like a lunatic, holding up a brain in a jar with a pink ribbon tied around it like a birthday present. “I didn’t die in the ’04 leak,” Mara said, tapping the photo. “I uploaded. The version one was my golden parachute, the board thought they’d killed me, I just had to let them live with the thoughts to keep you safe .” She looked at Aurora. “You were my backup drive, sweetheart.”

“That sounds like joining something.” Mara shrugged. “Maybe I already did.” She hesitated, then stepped forward and pressed a small data shard into Aiden’s hand. “Dead routes,” she said. “Places the network pretends don’t exist.” Aiden closed his fingers around it. “Thank you.” Mara nodded once—and walked away without looking back. The city swallowed her whole. Silence stretched. Dante exhaled slowly. “That,” he said, “is how this spreads.” Aiden nodded.

His jaw worked as he placed a file on my desk, thin, almost empty. “What am I looking at?” I asked, frowning in confusion. “Nothing,” he said grimly. “Because there is nothing, Alpha.” I frowned. “Explain.” “There’s no record of any Lorenzo D’Amaris anywhere. No registration, no pack affiliation, no land ownership, no tax traces, no trade licenses under that name. The file you sent me, the company he claimed to represent? It doesn’t exist either. It’s a ghost registration, created with fake documents two months ago. Yes, everything seems legitimate to the amateur eye, but I am surprised that Maxine didn’t see through it. Everything here is not real.”