Of Mist And Shadow Novels & Stories

Tristan: I watch with the rock ready in hand. The shadow in the red mist is huge, and it seems to be growling. It moves fast, running and disappearing before somehow reappearing behind us. "What is that," the kid shouts. I look around, trying to keep my eyes on the shadow but, somehow, it's like it knows it's being watched and is disappearing into the mist on purpose. "Wait for it," I say, holding out my hand. "Wait for what," Rebecca asks, her shaking body turning left and right as the growls come from all over.

Below, the mist stirred, rippling in waves that hid the enemy from sight. Then the mist broke. They came not as men alone, but as things twisted by shadow. The first line were armoured soldiers, shields locked, faces hidden behind steel masks painted with the warlord’s sigil — a broken sun bleeding into a crown. Behind them moved the beasts: wolf-shapes that ran like men, hands ending in claws, jaws dripping black ichor that hissed when it struck the ground. Their howls drowned the horns. And higher still — ladders rising, carried by lines of soldiers chanting low, their voices inhumanly synchronised.

Together they stepped forward into the thicke ning mist, toward the shimmer of the unseen Heart— and the shadow rising to meet them. ---

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

We stopped a few feet away from them and then the old men spoke those damn words. “Ombra di morte.” (Shadow of death.) The old man said as I took the hood off. I knew what his plan was the moment he wanted me to suddenly assist him with training. never did that at home, why here. The woman looked surprised and the men, well they looked displeased, irritated, aggravated and enraged . Because again they expected the shadow of death to be a man and not a woman. “Liyah.” The old man called out to me.

She just wanted to run and forget everything about the man she had been living with for three years. As she continued to run, a faint voice calling her was heard from afar. It was Michael's voice! Diana, who heard that, immediately quickened her steps without looking back. 'Now we're over. Goodbye, my love,' Diana thought frantically as her vision blurred. Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of her. But before she knew what it was, everything was already too late. BRAK!!! "NO!!!"

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

Marrock replied. "Fine, but I have a very important question to ask, can I?" I asked, staring at Marrock. "Yeah, you can ask any question you like," Marrock replied. "Of all places in this midnight city, why did you choose the forest to build your house, a place where there are spiritual beings and rogue wolves that can attack at any time of the day?" I asked. I relaxed my back on the car seat waiting patiently for Marrock's reply as he tried to make a U-turn across the road.

“But you still don’t understand what you are, do you?” Aria snarled, her light flaring hotter. “Oh, yes,” he purred. “That anger… it feeds you. But the brighter the light, the darker the shadow it casts.” Before she could respond, he raised his hand. The shadows obeyed. A wall of black mist exploded from the ground, swallowing three of Killian’s warriors whole. Their screams were cut short, and when the mist cleared, their eyes glowed red. They turned on their own pack.

Saayan hesitated before continuing to Aelanor, "Shadow creatures possess basic emotions, like love, hate, anger, happiness, grief, but not in mass. Lesser feelings, like fear, intuition, bravery- these are not present in shadows. No, I was talking about a very real, very consolidated form of a shadow- that is to say, it exists. For real. That place has something ominous going on." There was a silence as everyone contemplated her words. Finally, Aelanor addressed Haz'th. "Haz'th, you told us of the Generals, remember? The black market that connect all the worlds. Do you think you can lead us through that way?" "Yes, I suppose I could. But where?" the child asked. "Probably to the Golden Barro