Shadows Club Novels & Stories

I was the finest barrier mage in the Blackrock Pack. My Alpha father promised I would be the next Moon Watcher. But at the ceremony, he led my twin sister Lila—a white wolf—up to the dais. Moonlight draped over her like she'd been hand-delivered by the goddess herself. My mother's eyes went red-rimmed. "A white wolf hasn't been born in a hundred years. Lila will protect us all." My brother puffed with pride. "She's the pride of the Fenraven bloodline." The pack knelt on one knee below, chanting her name over and over. I stood there, watching Lila glow like she'd swallowed the moon, and finally the words slipped out: "I laid every barrier around this pack. So why isn't the title mine?" My mot

’ Her Aunt had the grace to look away, unable to meet the accusation and hurt in those emerald eyes. ‘I’ve already said I am sorry, Mervon, this is not personal, you are still my niece, and I love you dearly, but I was not given a choice. I have spent my whole adult life building this club up almost from scratch. I came here as a raw recruit from Ireland when I was seventeen. The Shadows are my life, and I will do whatever it takes to protect this club, and that means aligning it with one of those four. You should be grateful I demanded you be given a choice, the Council were ready to honour your father's contract with Morningstar.’

She was nervous but also excited. Will they like her? Will they welcome her with open arms? Only time will tell as they were moving toward the village that Caleb seemed to forget to her as their group consists of Caleb, Xavier, the one with brunette hair and grey eyes, Arthur who was black-headed and green eyes, and her to the secret village that was known as Shadow Pack.

"Exactly. The more incognito, the better." After a quick change into my chosen outfit, I bid Emma farewell and made my way to The Velvet Shadow. The club was located in a part of the city that was perpetually cloaked in darkness, both metaphorically and literally. As I approached, I could hear the thumping bass of the music and see the neon lights casting an eerie glow on the street. Entering the club, I was immediately enveloped in a haze of dim lights and swirling smoke. The Velvet Shadow lived up to its reputation, with its eclectic mix of patrons, from the impeccably dressed to the eccentrically styled.

This made Gus nervous, he had a personal problem with timers. "Yes, I know Peter of the FourShadows." "Peter?" "Four Shadows?" I stressed interested. Gus looked at us as if we were aliens from another universe and we were asking him what is the difference between mucus and saliva. "Duh, everyone knows about the FourShadows, where they've been lately." "We ourselves don't know." my friend commented. "Tell us, what is it or who are the FourShadows." "It's a group of weirdos made up: Peter, Diego, Robert and Grean. The new transfers."

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.

"Focus. Stay rooted. Predict its next move." She adjusted her stance, her feet shifting to maintain her balance as the shadow loomed over her. Each clash of their blades sent vibrations up her arms, but she stood her ground, her strikes growing more confident with each passing moment. The shadow swung high, and Bella swiftly ducked, using the momentum to spin and strike at its side. Her blade connected, causing the shadow to stagger, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! That's it! Use its aggression against it!"

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Shadows in The Club are always deeper than anywhere else. Smoke curls in lazy tendrils under lights as men gather around the table. The weight of the place, its history, steeped in blood and power, is crushing to most. Not to me. This is my world. Here, I am untouchable.

"Should I be flattered? After the day you’ve had, I expected you to be knocked out somewhere, dead to the world." He took a shot of his whiskey and glanced at the screen. "What club do you support?" "The best one, obviously," I said, rolling my shoulders. "The Shadow Shifters." Justin paused, then suddenly burst into laughter, shaking his head. "No. Fucking. Way." "I assume you’re a fan of the Titans?" I said, intentionally mentioning a rival club. "It explains a lot about you, actually." "I’d sell an arm and a leg for the Shadow Shifters. And you’re quick with the insults, aren’t you?"