Shadow X Sally Novels & Stories

#AT THE OLD ~ COTTAGE# Sally was sitting majestically on the old couch while she was smoking devilishly, and puffing the fog into the air. Stacy, the little girl she was hiding from the world was washing her legs in a bowl as she knelt on the ground. “Wash my legs properly,” Sally suddenly snarled at the little girl and she watch her tremble. “Y-yes, aunty Sally,” Stacy shivered fearfully as she carefully washed her legs beautifully. “Are you mad?!” Sally slapped her hard on her cheek and Stacy didn't dare to cry as she gritted her teeth to hold back her tears.

Then, she glanced at Maia and Amanda and kicked them with the tip of her heels. “Looks like you’re still alive. Never mind. You’ll die when the deal’s over. Hahaha! Enjoy the last moments of your lives!” Sally was in high spirits as she turned and left the office. Pablo swept his eyes across the two of them on the ground, shook his head, and took off after her. The two bodyguards also left the office. A loud ‘Bam!’ could be heard as they closed the office door. Just like that, they were left alone in the larger office. The lights flickered as the winds continued to howl and the waves kept on churning.

Ancient runes etched into its facade pulsed faintly, their protective power a silent shield against the sinister energy the group battled mere minutes ago. The memory of the grotesque creature, its red eyes and smoky aura, haunted them - a stark reminder of the Nightshade Pack’s dark influence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the team, his commanding presence steadying the group after their harrowing encounter. His amber eyes, still sharp with the intensity of their forest skirmish, met those of Alpha Damien Bloodmoon, who stood in the foyer of the pack house studying the group.

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.”

Carl was proud for a moment until he realized that Wade was being sarcastic. Wade continued, “That woman has a lot of secrets. It’ll only alarm her if we talk to her again. We’ll have to shadow her.”

“But we can’t! We’ll be exposing ourselves. If they find out we’re here—” “We’re not leaving a child to suffer! Not when we can help!” he replied fiercely. Tears streamed down Aqua’s cheeks as she witnessed her mother’s resolve begin to crack. “We can’t fight them alone, Leon. It’s too dangerous!” As the figures continued their dark ritual, Aqua felt her mother’s fear and her father’s determination intertwining, creating a tempest of emotion that resonated deep within her. Just when Aqua thought they would intervene, the scene shifted again.

Willow was seated next to the client, Cameron Shuttle, and her boss motioned for her to give a toast. “Here’s to you, Mr. Shuttle.” Willow downed the shot, the strong liquor searing her throat. “I’ll drink to that.” She had observed countless instances of subordinates ingratiating themselves with their superiors while with Roy, so she was more than capable of playing the part. However, she did not expect memories of Roy to surface now. With a returned toast from Cameron, the mood lightened. Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together.

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

“She told me that I would want to give up. That others would try to dim the light in me. That I’d be called names. ‘Shadow. Curse. Ghost.’ She said all of that. As if she knew.” Ryker didn’t move, barely breathed. Trixie lifted her eyes. “But she said, ‘You are not a shadow. You are not my ghost. You are my dawn. My blood. The fire they’ll never tame.’” Her lips trembled. “And then she kissed my forehead. She bled on my ribbon. And she whispered, ‘Wait for the light. Be the light, if it never comes.’” Tears slid down her cheeks. “And then she was gone.”

Men sat in booths with their cigars and their secrets, watching us like they owned the place. And in the back, I saw her. Not like the others. She wasn’t drinking, wasn’t leaning back with her arm stretched across the booth. She was stiff, controlled, almost… out of place. A silk scarf wrapped around her head, sunglasses hiding half her face. Sunglasses in the dark. Weird. I didn’t have time to think about it. The spotlight found me, the beat dropped, and I started my routine. Arch, spin, slide. Smile. Pretend—but suddenly my hand slipped. My foot missed the grip, and I wobbled hard. For a second, I thought I might catch myself but gravity had other plans.