Shadow Moth Novels & Stories

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

Sienna appeared unexpectedly. “What are you doing here? Luca hissed, startled then annoyed. “This isn’t your place.” Sienna held up a tablet, “I’ve been analyzing Marco’s old communications. There’s a pattern in the way the Torres Clan attacks.” “What kind of pattern?” Nico asked, curious. Sienna pointed to the screen. “They always strike near the end of shipments, when the guards are most tired. If you stagger the loading times and switch routes unpredictably, you’ll disrupt their timing.”

“Would we be able to identify the Shadow?” “Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.”

"Dad, I pick Lucian Valemont." I stared at the name I had pulled out and could not help but smile sadly. Maybe this was what the Moon Goddess wanted for me. Maybe I was not meant to be given the mate bond with Thorne. My dad—the Lycan King, the king of the werewolves—looked at me uncertainly. "Elara, are you sure about this? "Once the royal order is out, there's no going back."

Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. Sierra’s call came in halfway down the road, and she sounded panicky. “Roy, the candle we lit for Melanie in the church is flickering for no reason. I think it’s about to go out. Can you check it out? I’m worried.” Roy slammed the brakes and replied, “I’m heading back. We’re not traveling down the mountain tonight.” Observing the anguish look on Willow’s face, Roy changed his mind. He saw no reason to let Willow have her way.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

“Alright. I’m right behind you.” The Path of Shadows The moment they stepped past the twisted branches, everything changed. The warmth of the sun vanished completely. The sweet smell of flowers was gone, replaced by the clean, sharp scent of rock and damp earth. The only light came from the stone in Elara’s hand soft, steady, but leaving most of the space around them in deep shadow. At first, it wasn’t too bad. The path was narrow but clear enough. But after a few minutes, the walls seemed to close in just a little, and the whispers started again not loud, but close, like voices just behind your ear.

"Yes, I am." She nodded in response, as if she had already intuited this fact before I even spoke. "Describe this entity to me. In as much detail as you can." I took a deep breath, my mind racing to capture the elusive features of the shadowy presence that had haunted me. "It's like a shadow, shapeless yet defined. I can't see a clear form, but I feel its presence moving around me, watching me. It has red eyes, like two crimson flames burning in the darkness. And it's accompanied by a distinct scent of sulfur, like something otherworldly."

Shama wondered which celestial body she most resembled: the lone moon, shining brightly in the darkness, or the countless unknown stars, twinkling beside it, their light unseen by most. The clear water in front of her reflected the moon's ethereal beauty. Suddenly, a firefly landed on her nose. Shama held her breath, captivated by its delicate beauty. The tiny creature emitted a faint glow, illuminating her features with its otherworldly light. Shama reached out to touch it, but it fluttered away, leaving behind a trail of shimmering sparks.