Shadow Novels Novels & Stories

Nobody's POV In the basement, the Shadows loaded their guns, put on some gloves, and protected their heads, bodies, and legs. And they were very much ready for movement. The time was 4:32pm. They headed out, driving speedily on the highways like they owned the town. Of course they did. The two huge lorries followed the SUVs. When they got to Dock Twelve, the yard appeared deadened with silence. They say silence is the calm before the storm. But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be.

The shadows recoiled, hissing softly, retreating half a step. Not gone. Just pushed back. “You all listen to me,” she said without turning. “Do not chase. Do not scatter.” Aleron nodded once. Ronan swallowed his anger but obeyed. Lyanna reached for Aria’s sleeve, grounding herself. Then the shadows split. They unfolded. Shadow wolves poured into the corridor, bodies half-formed, eyes burning an unnatural red. Behind them came rogues, real flesh, real blood, twisted by dark magic and hunger. The first wolf lunged.

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

It talks about a young lady who found love and happiness from where she least expected it. I checked my social media and saw Elena uploading different things about me running away online. I had changed my name and picture, so it would be hard to know if I am the one anytime I upload on my wall. Soon enough, I buried myself back into the book I was reading. I was halfway to the most interesting part when something from the television placed in front of me caught my attention. I dropped my book and increased the volume to listen well. The scene wasn't fascinating at all. A company was burning down and all people could do was stare at it, take pictures, and watch it burn into ashes.

[The Shadowless] The moonlight felt wrong. It was a cold, clinical light that cast no shadow behind them as Dante and Ivy stepped toward the monastery gates. They were two figures of flesh and blood walking across a landscape of white ash, but beneath them, the ground was hauntingly blank. Their shadows had already crossed the threshold, independent and silent, leaving them feeling untethered—ghosts that hadn't yet realized they were dead.

"I never loved you. I loved the man I thought you were. I loved the man who was hidden under all that ice—the man who is standing right here, covered in dirt." "Are you sure, Meilin?" The Shadow stood, its form flickering like a high-definition screen in a power surge. "Remember the first night in London? The penthouse? The champagne? You didn't want the mud then. You wanted the King." The Duel of the Two Wills The Shadow lunged. It didn't move through the air; it teleported, a series of rapid-fire "optimizations" that brought it directly in front of Leo. Its hand gripped Leo’s throat, and for a second, the two men were locked in a terrifying embrace.

The shadows gathered return to me here, in the chamber of utter night. One by one, the shadows unhinge from the cloud of chaos around me, taking only a shadowy form of their beings until they are many beings that stand around me, almost enough to fill the throne room. I do not ask for their faces, so they remain merely designs of shadow. My eyes circle numerous shadows of slaves that surround me, each one as they emerge from chaos, before turning to Shades that still stand before me quietly, their eyes of night watching me as still as a statue.

"Again. Every time you step onto the field of battle, you impress us." Shamira shrugged. "Master, you said --" "No 'Masters' for a few minutes, okay?" "Okay. You said Shadow Sight was the third Shadow Aspect. What is Shadow Sight exactly, and how many Shadow Aspects are there?" "There are five. I'll let Shane or Lillian explain the others, since my ancient lore isn't what it should be, but Shadow Sight means that no creature, magical or otherwise, can hide from you in the shadows, and it means that you can see even in complete darkness. Normally vamp's eyes just amplify light, kind of like night vision goggles, but you don't need any light source at all. Shamira, the darkness of the world is

Fuck, I suppose that we could’ve let them finger paint with his blood,’ I mused. One thing that I loved about the shadows was that they could multitask. While some were throwing psychotic vamps across the room, others were taking the additional protective vials that I had on me and throwing them against the ground at their feet. It created a shield to protect them. Everyone else only had two of them, but I had about thirty of them in my bag because the shadows could distribute them where they needed to go.

Like a darker energy trying to push its way through her. I had never encountered this before, but when making deals with The Shadows you never know what you will really get. I could only assume they took much more than she bargained for. I tried my best to conceal my worry, but every time it threatened to take over, I could see it in her platinum eyes. She didn’t know, but there was a tell tale sign. A dark, serpentine smoke. It seeped in, flooding her platinum orbs slow and snake-like, shrouding them until they were eclipsed. The sight always worried me.