Shadow Book Novels & Stories

After forty years of the alternative, the simplicity of it had a weight. The eastern territories had been reading the proceedings documentation for two weeks. They had the shape of the history by now — the alliance, the ambush, forty years of a people surviving in hiding while the kingdom that had destroyed them called itself civilised. The Vampire King walking openly through their markets was not the threat the old stories had prepared them for. It was a man carrying the accumulated weight of everything his people had survived, choosing to be visible about both the survival and the weight. Because visibility was the only real answer to thirty years of the other side's lies.

The house looked old from the outside, but the inside is the true definition of a palace. I made sure no one suspected it was my secret house while building it. I took Amelia in quietly and laid her on my sofa before rushing into my spiritual room to bring out some spiritual stones. I tried to revive her with the spiritual stones, but it just wasn't working. I checked her pulse and realized she was almost gone. If I don't act quickly, she might die any moment from now. I hurriedly rushed her into my spiritual room and buried her inside the ashes before covering her body with dark clothes.

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

The shadows on the far side of the hall began to shift. To gather. To grow. Lucian lifted a hand, his aura surging. “Show yourselves.” A dark figure peeled out of the shadows like smoke coming alive. Its face was hidden. Its presence was wrong. Another stepped out behind it. And another. Three. Four. Five. All cloaked in shifting black, no scent, no heartbeat, no emotion. The Shadow Faction. The lead one tilted its head, eyes glowing silver. “You cannot hide the girl,” it said. Fia whimpered and pressed herself against me.

AURORA'S POV The shadows twisted around me, thick and suffocating, as I fell to my knees. My hands pressed into the cold black ground, trembling with exhaustion and rage. “Ancestors,” I breathed, my voice cracking. “Help me. Please!” A sudden pulse of power surged through the Shadow Realm. The earth beneath me split with a deafening crack. From the fissures, skeletal hands clawed their way upward, followed by pale figures cloaked in black mist. One by one, they emerged—a legion of vampires, their eyes glowing crimson like dying embers.

My workplace knew all about the skeletons in my closet and kept a tight lid on any info about me. To keep my parents from tracking me down, they had spun a yarn about me skipping the country after getting my master's. My parents finally stopped chasing ghosts. They needed cash and had debts to clear, so they hit the pavement looking for any work. However, the past scandal had left a lasting impact, and their rap sheets did not do them any favors. No one would touch them with a ten-foot pole. Before long, on the streets of the town I once called home, an old couple scraped by, living off what they could salvage from the trash.

~~~~~~~~~ BOOK OF BLOOD — NEW ENTRY "They built a weapon out of our shadows. But they forgot what happens when the light comes back." "Let Echo come. We’ve buried worse." “Way worse than this” — Aria

"Get our spy on the line. We need answers." Within moments, the image of our spy, a shrouded figure known only as Shadow, flickered to life on the communication screen. "Alpha Lorenzo," Shadow greeted, their voice distorted for anonymity. "I assume this call is about the attack." "Yes," I replied, holding up the parchment. "Do you know anything about this?" Shadow's eyes narrowed, their gaze fixed on the symbols. "I've seen something similar. It's a form of blood magic, ancient and dangerous. The witches are planning something big, but I don't know what yet."

“Check out the latest on Craig news, man. You need to see this.” I didn’t wait for him to say more. My hands were shaking as I tapped on my phone, typing in the blog’s name. My hands trembled as I clicked on the link, bringing the screen closer to my face. The headline screamed at me in bold, unforgiving letters: "Adrian Blackwood: Heir to the Blackwood Fortune Faces Scandal. Inheritance at Risk After Four Years of Deception!" I could barely breathe as I scrolled down, the article unfolding like a nightmare:

Obstacles that could be overcome, but how? Matthias stood still and watched as she continued down the path and noticed that she turned around again, seeking one last glance at him before she disappeared from view. He knew right then and there that he needed to win her over and quickly. He needed a plan to win her over. Immediately! There was no time to waste! Time was of the essence. But how? Pure and simple, manipulation. Manipulation. Reader Notes: Welcome to the world of Das Schatten, aka, the Shadows. The Schatten can turn into shadows and travel through walls and objects, unless they are bound with silver chains.