River Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Elan asked. "No, I'm fine," I replied and immediately hung up the call. I was just a few minutes into the Poldark pack when a vision of a struggling wolf started appearing in my mind. At first, I thought it was something meaningless until I saw a human hand lying on the road. "Who could it be?" I asked, as I halted my car, got down, and crossed the road only to meet something unexpected.

However, a chasm formed in the river and it sucked the shadow towards its depths. “This can’t be the end of me!” It screamed. “No! Not after thousands of years waiting for this—!” The shadow tried clawing to stop itself from being dragged into the pits. It wasn’t working. “This is not the end! You hear me?! This is not the end!” The shadow’s words echoed as it started to be swallowed by the earth. “No, this is the end,” I uttered under my breath. The weight of everything was falling on my shoulders, almost knocking me down. Yet I stood up, wobbling in my legs, but I stood up, as I felt blood dripping from my hands.

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

Orange Street lights illuminated the bellies of the grey clouds that hung above and in the distance were the lit signs of stores and restaurants. Chloe didn’t recognise the place but something in the back of her mind told her this was a human settlement of some kind. It wasn’t in the same state but was also close enough to share the same kind of weather. The shadows circled around her legs, rubbing their pitch black pelts over Chloe’s naked skin. The fur was as cold as ice but as soft as silk and it tickled her fingers as she Idly reached out to touch them. It were the shadows that coaxed her to follow some invisible path set out just for her. Chloe wasn’t sure how she knew this, but the sha

Full of thoughts, wandering solely, when she was lull back to the pit of dreams she had been put into. This time, it was too dark. It may have been a nightmare, but it was different. “—Hello?” Rio calls, yet she earned no response. Right onwards, she felt herself being clutched—shadows looms and attached themselves to her arms. She shrieked and wobbled on her toes. She scream, but no sounds came. Horrors filled Rio, her chest thump—it was loud, and drumming, blasting on each side of her ears same as the screech that the shadows in return revered in an uproar. A chaotic clamour. The shadows continue. They keep dragging her down...Anxious, and hopeless, Rio was struggling. When they devour alm

Raziel's voice was a thunderous roar, echoing off the walls as he commanded the Shadows to drink. With a swift, savage motion, he raked his Wolf claw across the palm of his hand, opening up a deep gash. The blood welled up, a dark, crimson flow that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. The Shadows, those dark, ethereal tendrils, responded to Raziel's call, slithering out of the darkness like living, breathing serpents.

Driving down a long stretch of darkness, a sign, “Hollows Way 10 miles.” “Thank God,” she said turning the radio up. It'd be another half an hour of driving. Then a small hike up to the peak. Slowing the car down to a stop, she locked her car before wandering up the hidden path into the opening that led to her Tribe. She felt at peace walking through the entangled branches, carefully stepping over a branch, she caught her hand on a sharp piece of tree, ripping a good size cut into her hand. “Ow,” she whined looking at her hand. “Great, now I know I'm crazy.”

The sight outside sent cold shivers down Rivero's spine , dead bodies scattered around the mansion , his eyes picking out the Shadowmen on the floor bathing in a pool of their own blood. Hera covered his eyes with her palms, she didn't want the boy to see the gruesome murder of his clan warriors knowing fully well the memory will hurt the boy for life. But little did she know that the sight had already been engraved in his mind , because he clenched his fist and cried on Hera's shoulder.

Luna’s eyes suddenly widened. It was the river that separated the realm of the living from the realm of the dead! Luna subconsciously glanced at the river of myth. The river water was extremely turbulent like a rapids. The entire river was black, giving people a sense of oppression. When the water surged, there were faint cries of ghosts, making one’s scalp tingle. Luna turned away and looked at the envoy of hell, asking, “Do you mean I have to swim past the river?” “Nay...” The envoy shook her head.

"Alright, I'll trust you this time. As long as you don't sabotage our plan, I promise to let you and your daughter go without stopping you." In fact, Leo was not Serafina's younger brother at all. He was the new mate she found after she left Ethan. Leo's fall into the river was not an accident either. Instead, it was a carefully planned transaction with the Moon Goddess. Ancient scrolls recorded that Shadow River was the only communication channel between werewolves and the Moon Goddess. The river water was the medium that could convey the werewolves' sacrifices to the Moon Goddess, so the ritual had to be carried out in the water.