Shadows Club Novels & Stories

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

Obstacles that could be overcome, but how? Matthias stood still and watched as she continued down the path and noticed that she turned around again, seeking one last glance at him before she disappeared from view. He knew right then and there that he needed to win her over and quickly. He needed a plan to win her over. Immediately! There was no time to waste! Time was of the essence. But how? Pure and simple, manipulation. Manipulation. Reader Notes: Welcome to the world of Das Schatten, aka, the Shadows. The Schatten can turn into shadows and travel through walls and objects, unless they are bound with silver chains.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Grim worry slowly creeps back to her face. Shadow’s MONTE X-O bandmates, though in shock and mourning, still pushed through with their second concert day in Pasay City on June 30, the same day that Shadow’s lifeless body was discovered. Of course they dedicated their performance to their fallen hyung and leader and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house. After their concert, they were whisked away by Big Break Entertainment to their hotel for fear that they would say something inappropriate to the local press. The truth was, all four members of the group MONTE X-O, including the talent agency, had been completely clueless about Shadow’s Filipino blood.

Now that I thought about it, Nadia was an interesting individual I had little knowledge of. "What's with Nad?" I brought myself to ask, breaking the silence. “Nad?" he arched an eyebrow. "Nadia." "Nad," he gave a soft laugh, *You two got quite close." "Closer than you think." I rolled my eyes with a scoff. So close we were shoving guns in each other’s face. “We're here." Sinister suddenly stated and pulled into a space in the small parking lot. The place was mildly lit and the sound of laughter and music came from inside the small building ahead. It didn't seem to be a club. For some odd reason, it was a lot quieter than I had expected.

His aura of mystery and good looks captivated all the women present, who couldn't help but admire him. He had deep, piercing black eyes and a perfectly chiseled physique, along with a commanding, towering presence that hinted at his wealth. Accompanied by his assistant, a tall and charming figure in his own right, both exuded an aura of sophistication. The assistant, clad in a dark suit and sporting dark shades, placed a coffee order on his behalf as they settled in.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

Only the silent need to be close. “You’re tense.” She observed, her hands touching my shoulders. “I am.” “Still worried about the Council?” “Yes.” She massaged the contracted muscles, her thumbs pressing the knots of tension. I closed my eyes. “Tell me about them.” She asked. “The Shadow Council. Who are they? What do they want?” “They are the rulers of the underworld. Not in Hell — Hell is another jurisdiction. But in the intermediate world. The Shadow Market. The pocket dimensions. The creatures that belong nowhere. The Council governs them.”

“Let them. We’re ending this tonight.” The old church loomed in the moonlight, its silhouette stark against the night sky. Sophie and Alex crept towards it, the weight of the journal heavy in Sophie’s bag. The air was thick with tension, every shadow seeming to hide a threat. They pushed open the creaking doors, the sound echoing in the empty space. The interior was dark, illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Dust motes danced in the air, and the smell of damp wood filled Sophie’s nose.