Shadows Club Novels & Stories

I explained standing up to walk towards Neveah to make sure that she is still fine. “I know and I appreciate that about you but Aaliyah I have something I need to tell you.” Liyana asked softly, I barely heard her. “And what is that?” I asked, picking Neveah up. “A few girls from work invited me to go clubbing with them…..tonight.” Liyana said, standing up walking towards the sink with her plate. “Where are you meeting them?” I inquired walking towards the kitchen standing next to her. “I'm supposed to meet them at this club called Spades.” Liyana said, looking down.

I needed to get out of here. I stumbled out of bed, my hands flailing wildly as I tried to get my bearings. But there was nothing to see. The darkness sent shivers through me, but the fear of the unknown overrode my brain more and I stumbled forward. But I didn't get far before I collided with a wall, and fell to the ground, my hands scraping against the cold floor. I suddenly couldn't breathe, I couldn't think, and all I could do was feel the crushing weight of my reality. There was no point trying to run, I couldn't even make it outside my room.

he mumbled in-between his laughter. . . . . . . . . ★★★ MANILA★★★ ★★★ LION'S DEN CLAN★★★ " How dare they?" Shadow roared angrily banging his fist on the table. " Calm down Shadow" Abbie urged " Grey get the boys ready, we are attacking them this night" Shadow ordered ignoring Abbie. Shadow is the leader of Lion's Den Clan. The most dangerous Mafia gang in the world. He was crowded king of the underworld at a young age. No one has ever crossed her not betray him and walk away like that.

After all He has been waiting for years and no one can hinder his hunt in any way possible. His regal aura and menacing steps into the narrow walls of the shady club allured the attention of few women including she-wolves and humans too. The wet and dreamy gaze of them didn't faze him a bit let alone tempting. The high-end club ‘Dark eclipse' is situated in the New York city area where all kinds of creatures and shifters were equally entitled to join. The owner of the club was the shifter who gave access to everyone to have fun as it is adjoined by all territories from all the packs of Supernaturals.

Hello everyone :)... I want to kindly apologise for delayed update. I was supposed to update in every 2 days but something came up so I am uploading today... Sorry💛💙 ★———————————————★ Sam's POV* It is so cold here? Where I am? I feel I am drowning deep…. I can’t see anything. It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed…

started Luis, his eyes being splashed with a darker shade of blue, “you won’t have the leisure to talk.” Before Z could so much as jump from the desk, an obsidian-black shadow came into view. It was so swift in stretching that no matter how fast the members of the council were, they’ve still been trapped inside the dome it formed itself to. “No sweats, huh.” Z’s eyes darted from the tint of the shadow to the purplish veins popping from his blackened hands. “I see, you still have a competent shadow, but I think it’s already taking a toll on you. Old age, perhaps?”

Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation. Imade discovered Natasha's privileged status and was amazed by it. However, Natasha's father disapproved of her behavior and lifestyle, especially her involvement in parties and association with people from lower social classes. He eventually made the decision to send her overseas to pursue her studies in business administration. Natasha and Imade's friendship had only lasted for a year, but their bond went far beyond mere friendship. However, after Natasha's departure, all attempts to reach Imade proved futile. Her little phone had malfunctioned, causin

The one that pinned me to the floor harder than gravity when I fell. “Wait,” I said slowly. “How does that even happen?” Whoever this woman was, she either had to be crazy or crazy rich. Who the hell buys a club like ours? Of all the places in the city, she picked this one—the dive where the lights flickered, the carpets stank of cheap liquor, and the bouncers looked like they hadn’t been paid in weeks. The chaos that unraveled nearly every night was never surprising, especially because everyone was fake . Broken glass under the tables, customers yelling at dancers for change they already spent, bathrooms that smelled like a crime scene. Calling it a shithole would’ve been polite.

Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’ The night air was sharp with sea salt and memory, Enzo stood at the edge of the pier, hands in his coat pockets, watching the shadows dance across the warehouse district. The same docks where shipments once moved in silence under the veil of moonlight. Where loyalty was currency and betrayal cost blood. He hadn’t set foot here in years—not since he chose a different path. A better one.

By the end of the night they had managed to raise a few thousand in investments and secured pledges of support for almost the same amount. It had been late by the time the event ended but the other staff were not ready to call it a night and insisted she went with them to a club for some harder drinks and to throw some shapes. Reluctantly, Carine had agreed and found herself in a bar that seemed to head back into the building that housed it for miles. Dark décor and mood lighting filled the space with a few tables scattered about and some more intimate booths set along one wall. In the middle had been the oddly shaped dance floor on which hundreds of people gyrated and shook to some thick ba