Shadow Falls Series Novels & Stories

Damien caught her before she hit the ground. “It’s defending itself,” Nicola gasped, her chest heaving. Dean cursed under his breath. “Looks like we’re doing this the hard way.” The ground began to shake, and shadows materialized around them, forming into humanoid shapes with glowing eyes. The air grew colder, the temperature dropping rapidly. “Great,” Dylan muttered, drawing his weapon. “Shadow guardians. Just what we needed.” The creatures lunged, their movements unnaturally quick. Damien and Dean met them head-on, their blades clashing against the shadowy forms. Dylan stayed close to Nicola, shielding her as she worked to stabilize the charm.

Elder Sharon looked at her for a long, agonising period, then a vicious, twisted smile bloomed on his wrinkled face. “So be it,” said Sharon, his voice ringing in the tomb. The Trial of Blood and Shadow is at midnight. Let’s see if the Northern Fire can blaze through the gloom or if the King’s new Luna will be nothing more than bones in the dust.”

Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl." The Shadowridge Pack was one of the top packs in the region, and it took us great effort to convince them to give us this opportunity. The negotiation was crucial for our pack's future development as it could make or break us. I reminded him again, "Alpha Noah only gave us two hours for this meeting. If we..." Sabrina glanced at me with annoyance. "Does a lowly Beta like you need to tell the Alpha how to do his job? Who do you think you are?"

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of severe psychological trauma, depression, an attempted act of self-harm, and themes of captivity and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Dying. Every single day, I feel like dying. The urge to simply throw myself out of the bedroom window just to escape this torment constantly claws at my mind, but something always holds me back at the edge. It feels as though some unseen force, a lingering echo of an instinct, is desperately stopping me from crossing that final threshold.

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 baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

The whispers around the chamber grew into a cacophony of screams. The mirrors rippled like water, and dark, wraithlike figures stepped out, their forms shifting and indistinct but their intent clear. “Shades,” Ellara said, her voice taut. “They feed on doubt and despair. Be careful!” The shades lunged, their movements erratic and lightning-fast. Zoe ducked under one’s swipe, her claws glowing with Aetherian energy as she counterattacked. The shade let out an unearthly shriek as her strike connected, dissipating into smoke.