Shadow People Book Novels & Stories

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

“Back to the office, then. What do you g****e for, shadow monster? I remember nothing about them in the common lore I know. I mean, those didn’t look like people, but I could be wrong.” “People? What are you talking about?” Gemma stopped at the base of the stairs to wait for Becky to catch up to her. “Several places and religious beliefs have shadow people. I’ll get the computer going and find something that I can use to explain them better. But it might fit, except these don’t look people-shaped. I’m not sure if they come in short blob-like forms.” “Fine. Get the computer up and running. Then look it up. I’ll see what he’s done to the books in the room. I saw little in the desk drawers othe

started to pull itself out of the earth. Back in the Archive, the shadow had a shape now. It was a wolf the size of a building, with eyes like dying stars. It didn't have fur: it was made of swirling smoke and corrupted silver. “Faith Nightshade,” the shadow whispered. The voice didn't come from a mouth; it came from inside Faith’s own head. “You have the Key. You have the scent of the man who put me in this cage.” “My father didn't cage you to be cruel,” Faith said, her voice trembling but brave. He caged you because you were destroying everything!

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

“We need access to my room. There’s a hidden wall behind my clothes, in my closet —inside are the prophecy clues . We need to start solving this bloody mess before she wears my face to my funeral.” “So… we steal the key from Theo?” Sonia sounds far too excited about this. I grin, savoring the moment. > “No need. You two forget who I am.” They both pause mid-chew. “I’m SHADOW. I don’t need keys to open doors. When I came here to help with the killer, I already memorized the castle plans. The only place I couldn’t access was the hidden library—because it wasn’t on the plans. But the rest? I can get in. What I need is backup—to clean and sort the room before anyone realizes what we’re doing.”

~~~~~~~~~ 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

Siron asked his shadow. The shadow nodded. It reached out a hand, or rather, a shadow hand, toward the bookshelf. A mist of shadows crawled from the wall, enveloping the area around the cup. The light from the sprout was completely masked. Below, the black-robed figures looked confused. They looked at each other, then slowly began to disperse, vanishing into the shadows of the street. "It worked," Siron breathed in relief. But the shadow looked thinner, more transparent. "Hiding it exhausted you," Elara said.

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

Alpha Williams asked. "I don't know she was with Sasha." He replied. Everyone's gaze fell on me at once. "We were sitting on the bank talking and then we fell asleep together. The cold woke me and I could sense them." I paused to fight back the sob that threatened to leave my throat. "Sensed who?" Alpha Williams asked. "The shadow people." I replied. "Shadow people?" "The lost dead they live in the shadows and on the ghost roads." I responded. "They can attack but its not common, I don't know what happened." I couldn't fight the tears anymore and began to cry. Danny moved beside me and placed a comforting arm around me.