Shadows Club Novels & Stories

"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."

I shouldn't believe a word that comes out of their mouth. "Adrian is not a liar! You people are all monsters! You want to turn him into the monster? No, I wouldn't believe a word you say!" Leo clapped his hand, then looked at me, "He's really gotten you good hasn't he? Have you ever asked him to show you the tattoo he has as a member of the Shadows? All their members have it ..I guess no, he hasn't because he was never part of them. WE ARE THE SHADOWS." He yanked his shirt up and a huge black skull tattoo on the side of his ribcage is revealed. The others showed theirs too.

“Yes, Alpha. A fitting finish for the wannabe Black Crows.. eyes eaten by black crows. Some might call it poetic justice. I call it retribution. I will start sharpening some spikes.” He turned.. like he was walking out the door and the shadow man said “Wait. I just wanted to discuss an alliance.” Venom laughed “Well that’s a whole assload of bullshit. Or you are just too stupid to have learned anything about the bikers’ by-laws. I wonder… Axe! Take a peek at the Club Council’s website.. see if the blackbirds here are registered and recognized as a legit club.” Shadow man said “We aren’t. Not yet. I am building members before I register. I only have twenty two. I don’t have to register before

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.