Shadow Theory 2015 Novels & Stories

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

It was as if the shadows themselves had coalesced into a tangible form, a presence that seemed to be watching me with cold, calculating eyes. He stepped out of the dark, the one I was warned about — the evil side of me, Alastor Aeron. “Hi twin sister.”

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

​Written in elegant, flowing black ink was a single line: ​"The past does not sleep in this town, Sarah... and your father knows the price." ​I dropped the paper onto the wooden desk as if it had burned my skin. Cold sweat broke out across my forehead. Gabriel’s dark warnings echoed relentlessly in my mind. He was watching my every move. He could reach into my school bag, walk into my house, and touch my life whenever he pleased.

His voice was low, vibrating with a tone that was hard to decipher. Claire wrenched her hand away roughly. She backed up until she hit the dining table, her breathing ragged. "What are you going to do at two o’clock in the morning? Kill someone? Blow up a ship at the harbor?" Julian did not answer. In the darkness, Claire could only see the silhouette of her husband’s sturdy frame standing frozen. The silence stretched on until Claire felt her head throbbing violently. The exhaustion from pressure at college, her new hours at the café, and the stress of facing Julian’s secrets had finally reached their breaking point. Claire’s vision blurred. The world around her seemed to spin slowly before

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

After forty years of the alternative, the simplicity of it had a weight. The eastern territories had been reading the proceedings documentation for two weeks. They had the shape of the history by now — the alliance, the ambush, forty years of a people surviving in hiding while the kingdom that had destroyed them called itself civilised. The Vampire King walking openly through their markets was not the threat the old stories had prepared them for. It was a man carrying the accumulated weight of everything his people had survived, choosing to be visible about both the survival and the weight. Because visibility was the only real answer to thirty years of the other side's lies.

But as I walked away visibly emotionless, I couldn’t shake the image of the woman in the scarf, sitting in the shadows, watching me like she already knew me. And I had no idea that she was about to change everything.

She’d already collected three of his enforcers. Her phone buzzed. Unknown number. She answered with a blade already in hand. “Aria Kane.” The voice was male, rough, familiar in a way that made her wolf stir. “Or should I say Aria Voss?” Her blood turned to ice. “Who the fuck is this?” “Beta Ronan. Shadowthorn sends its regards. The Alpha requires your presence. War is coming with Crimsonfang. He knows about the twins.” Aria laughed coldly. “Tell Kael he can choke on his own knot. I’m not his anymore.”

“Sinister, no, that would just waste time. Who knows what could happen to Rebecca by the time you take to luggage me back to your house. I don’t want to take that risk.” “I can’t take you with me, Grey.” He stated again, this time his voice ached in a crushing frustration. “Where do you think she could be anyway?” “I have an idea who Vitaly probably sold her to. They work well together. She could be at the trap house.” “The trap house? What’s that?” “Not a place for a lady as yourself to be.” He sighed, “Drug dealers, Arms lords, Traffickers, it’s the full work there.”