Shadow Tale Novels & Stories

(THIRD POV) Margaret Collins stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, her mind trapped in a whirlwind of memories she had tried so hard to bury. Collins’s retreating figure blurred before her eyes, but it wasn’t him she saw anymore. It was the name that was now hanging between them. It was the name of Salindra her late daughter, her secret, her greatest… heartache. The years they had spent trying to rebuild, to move past the unbearable loss, crashed over her like waves, dragging her back into a past she could never fully escape.

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:

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨ As an author, crafting this tale has been a journey through the captivating city of Bucharest, where the ordinary and the supernatural converge, and destinies entwine amidst the enchanting allure of mystery and love. Get ready to dive into a world where mystery and the unexpected walk hand in hand. This story unfolds in the captivating streets of Bucharest, where every corner holds secrets, every alley whispers untold tales, and every character is a puzzle waiting to be solved.

The quiet thickens again, this time not as a blanket, but a web. Caitlyn snarls. Her eyes go black and stay that way. She raises both hands, and darkness comes up off the seams of the shadows like they’re trying to be rope. “Shadows,” I whisper into the small silver thread in my ear. “Help.” ‘Okay,’ Tara says, brilliant and solemn. The roof shadows move. Not big. Not showy. They just decide they’re busy elsewhere. Caitlyn’s hands close on nothing. “Who?” Caitlyn hisses, scenting a child she cannot see.

the shadown announced after shutting the magical globe. " How do I know that the babygirl is Minerva?" I asked. " Mate with her and you will see some visions and understand everything." was all the shadow said and vanished in thin air.

The trees in the ancient forest grew quiet, the birds and animals fleeing in terror as a heavy, freezing cold settled over the dirt. A single, tall figure walked out from the dark trees, standing right on the border line that separated Gabriel’s territory from the south. The figure wore a tattered black cloak, her long fingernails tapping against a glowing green crystal shard. It was Tasha. Her face was no longer beautiful; it was covered in dark, veins of black blood from the shadow magic she was practicing. She looked toward the distant lights of the Nightfang pack house, a twisted, maniacal smile breaking across her lips.

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.”

Amelia said. "I'm not saying....." Amelia didn't wait for me to finish before she interrupted me. "I can just book an Uber and walk outside myself if you insist," Amelia said. "You will get lost. Oh, you think I go outside and come back inside with an ordinary eye, right? This forest rotates around itself. You can take the path at the back of the house towards the tarred road and come back through the front path," I said, trying to scare her off and she fell for it immediately with the way she held my clothes.

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.