Shadows Club Novels & Stories

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!" I shook my head vehemently as I yelled at them. Leo clapped his hand dramatically, then looked at me, "He's really gotten you good, hunh? 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 was revealed. The others showed theirs too.

I announce then without further ado, walk out of the office. I get in my black Mercedes and drive around the city aimlessly, before deciding to go to Walford, to meet the Shadow Warriors. It’s an hour away from here, and I use this time to think about Alex’s offer. It makes sense to get them to manage the club, they know the area and they can deal with guys that don’t like to follow the rules. I pull up in front of the clubhouse, slightly surprised about the gates being open, then get out of the car, heading straight to the entrance. There are a few guys outside, but they don’t say anything, just glare at me as I walk in.

THE CLUB POV: Nikolai Scott's club was called Meridian. It did not advertise. It did not have a sign outside, just a black door on a narrow street in the oldest part of Sky Shade City with a brass handle worn smooth from decades of the right hands pulling it. The kind of place that existed in the negative space of the city's social life. Everyone who needed to know about it knew. Everyone else walked past it every day without seeing it.

A voice came over the PA. “Tonight’s entertainment is brought to you from the Shadows. The shadows of our minds. The shadows in the corners. The shadows that follow you when you’re alone at night.” Bassy techno music suddenly boomed. White lights came up behind the stage, and silhouettes of several dancers showed against the white backdrop. “Stay or leave, do as you please, but the shadows will see.”

With a deep breath, I felt The Shadows retreat to their usual place at my heels, their dark energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon once more. The Shadows had become an integral part of my existence, a constant companion that had been by my side for centuries. They were more than just a tool or a power - they were a familiar presence, a comforting shadow that followed me everywhere. I had grown accustomed to their silent obedience, their willingness to wait for my next command.

“But the man is rabid. So are his goons. Did I tell you they stole a shipment of antiques from one of my clients? They were furious. My reputation, as you know, is my most precious commodity. That almost cost me my business.” Vescovi pulled his chair closer to the bed, leaning in like a conspirator trading secrets. “We don’t talk about the shadows either. I think it was retribution for what we did to our makers. How fitting for our creations to almost drive us to extinction. Luckily, our elders knew when to pick up their skirts and run. The werewolves—you all thought you could fight. Our elders made those shadows from pure dark soul magic. They are death,” he whispered, death like the very m

she mindlinked, opening the channel to the group. Lucas’s chestnut wolf surged to the center, his golden eyes sharp with focus. “The Nightshade Pack is among the oldest, rivaling Silver Moon and Shadowfang in legacy,” he began, his voice clear through the link. “Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. Legend says they fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir split off to form Nightshade, carving a vast territory in the wilderness. He was a warrior of unmatched skill, his pack fiercely loyal and tied to the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, draw power from the earth itself, making them formidable

Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down. They start roasting Jai about his dry spell since breaking up with Sadie two months ago. He’s been dying of blue balls ever since. We drink a little, eat some steak the omegas sent up, and then head to the club. The Claw is a shifter-only club on the edge of Artemis territory, popular for a reason. Between the red rooms, alcoves, and balconies, it’s basically hookup central. Not that alphas and betas-in-waiting like us can partake, but watching? Entirely allowed.

she checked her phone with a grin, "an invitation." "What invitation?" Vanessa asked. Sophia nodded toward me. "Check your phone." I pulled my phone from my purse to find a text from Alexandro: ‘Midnight. Shadows. VIP section waiting. Bring the girls. Security will escort you.’ "What's Shadows?" Emily asked, reading over my shoulder. "Only the most exclusive club in Manhattan," Vanessa squealed. "No one gets in without connections." "Alexandro owns it," I explained, typing a quick reply. "He wants to take us clubbing tonight."

“What does Willow have on you? I can’t believe you haven’t dumped her yet. You’re not actually into her, are you?” Roy scoffed. “Get your head out of the clouds before you talk to me, will you?” “You guys just don’t get it. Even a pet will grow on you, and Willow is the ultimate pleaser. Roy can’t just turn his back on a faithful doormat.” “Oh, quit it!” Roy remarked with a smile. There was a bunch of noise, then it went quiet. Roy must have realized the call was still connected, so he hung up. The poker game was still going on when Willow arrived at the club. The guys at the poker table were the ones she had heard on the phone. No one seemed the least bit concerned, though. They were sure W