Shadows Club Novels & Stories

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

On another night, Daddy would begin again, warning me: "Please dear, stay away from the Shadow Clan, I beg you. They can be aggressive and their unpredictable ways make them untrustworthy and dangerous. I can't lose you to them dear. Stay as far away for them as you can." "Stay away especially from the alpha of the Shadow Clan. His name is William and is greatly despised by the elders of our Clan, dear. He is popular within the clan for his bad conduct, according to rumour." "Daddy, do you know what William looks like so I can stay away from him," I had innocently asked. Daddy had only smiled in response then continued, "the Shadow Clan Alpha founded a motorcycle club called Club Casablanca,

Right I scrambled backward, dragging the blanket with me until I hit the headboard with a thud! I needed to mindlink Ash. Or Ger. Anyone. I closed my eyes, unsure if I could reach for the pack mindlink because honestly, it never worked for me when I needed it the most. A sharp knock at the door. I jerked, clutching the blanket tighter. The door creaked open before I could answer. Hades leaned against the frame, arms crossed, that infuriating smirk already in place. “Good to see that you are up, lightning bug.”

The atmosphere that greeted them should be a promise of a night full of adventure and unforgettable experiences. In the room, the light spread diffusely, creating an atmosphere of mystery. The chandeliers emitted a warm light that embraced the room with an enigmatic aura, outlining vague shadows and silhouettes on the walls. It seemed as if the space was shrouded in a veil of unanswered questions, and the soft light played discreetly with every corner and every object, as if staging a dance of shapes and shadows. The sound of music, muffled and rhythmic, filled the room, heightening the already palpable tension. The subtle smell of alcohol and tobacco hung in the air, adding a touch of decad

The shadows gathered return to me here, in the chamber of utter night. One by one, the shadows unhinge from the cloud of chaos around me, taking only a shadowy form of their beings until they are many beings that stand around me, almost enough to fill the throne room. I do not ask for their faces, so they remain merely designs of shadow. My eyes circle numerous shadows of slaves that surround me, each one as they emerge from chaos, before turning to Shades that still stand before me quietly, their eyes of night watching me as still as a statue.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

They would go in and out of stores until they found one where they could see the side entrance from best. I went into the alley when no one was looking, letting myself into the shadow realm. I looked around until I found a set of shadow doors that led to the club. I watched closely, getting the layout of the place. Eventually one of the shadows went into the office. I saw the desk, a few couches, but no obvious safe. We'll have to find where it is. I looked at the person whose shadow this belongs to. They will be the person Kellan will have to get information from. I began drawing a portrait of him. I'd become quite an artist over the years, sitting in the shadow realm, drawing the world out

It wasn't a house, it seemed more like an abandoned building that had a once in two weeks cleaner. But once we slipped those wrist bands on and passed through the metal door... It was a while different vibe. It smelled like weed and vape and cocktails all at once. Disco lights. Bodies. Half naked bodies. Fully nude dancers. It looked like sooner or later a fight would occur and the police would come and drag our asses out of here. I was still in a daze when someone crashed into me, her drink splashing straight onto my shirt. “Shit.” I looked down at myself, then back up at her. She looked genuinely guilty.

she tells me once again. I think about it for a while. Fate. I'm one who believes in that more than any other person, and I remember clearly my talks with Vanessa on this subject. I used to be the big head, but now I say it's a bit hard to think it's not my fault. However, the consolation is needed as I don't want to start spiraling back into that place where I felt depressed and haunted myself. "You have to be very careful this time around from now on," she tells me again. "The Shadow Clan is getting more and more serious and even desperate. They won't send me now if I won't do it, and it's clear that I won't," she says.