Shadows Fall Novels & Stories

The drop would be over soon, the impact sudden and his death brief, leaving his broken body for the scavengers. Somehow Vanadine managed to retain enough sense to drag the machete clear and plunge it into the side of the crater. His shoulders wrenched painfully as his fall was halted abruptly, both hands wrapped around the handle. Vanadine hung there panting hard and trying to will his terror and panic away. He opened his eyes and waited for his vision to adjust to the almost complete blackness. Little light fell this far down and he was in complete darkness, nothing but black below and a smear of weak stars from above. To his right and looking as if it was miles off, a black strip cut throu

"Thank you, Edward. For guiding me through this." I nodded, feeling a surge of pride swell within me. "We are far from finished. Now, let us put you to the test against the shade." The training ground took on a more ominous aura, the air crackling with an eerie energy. Bella stood at the center, gripping a practice sword with white-knuckled intensity. Her eyes were fixed on the shadowy figure before her, its form shifting like smoke in the wind. Though silent, the shade exuded a menacing presence, its faintly glowing eyes piercing the darkness.

“Feel it. The way they move. The way they wait.” She exhales, shaky but steadying. The shadows coil around her waist, tugging, pulling. She doesn’t resist this time. She leans into me. And then— We fall. The world dissolves into nothing but cold velvet and whispering threads of dark. It feels endless, vast, like we’ve stepped into the hollow chest of the universe itself. She gasps, but I hold her tighter, pressing her against me, grounding her. “This,” I whisper, “is shadow-travel.”

The air over the Shadow Vale was thick with ash and despair. A gray pall clung to the jagged peaks, and the ground itself seemed to shudder under the weight of countless undead souls. Selene stood on the precipice of the valley’s entrance, her silver eyes reflecting the devastation below. Before her lay the amassed legions of the Revenant—fallen warriors, corrupted beasts, and spectral phantoms—stretching as far as the eye could see.

"The choice has been made." Then the shadows descended.

However, a chasm formed in the river and it sucked the shadow towards its depths. “This can’t be the end of me!” It screamed. “No! Not after thousands of years waiting for this—!” The shadow tried clawing to stop itself from being dragged into the pits. It wasn’t working. “This is not the end! You hear me?! This is not the end!” The shadow’s words echoed as it started to be swallowed by the earth. “No, this is the end,” I uttered under my breath. The weight of everything was falling on my shoulders, almost knocking me down. Yet I stood up, wobbling in my legs, but I stood up, as I felt blood dripping from my hands.

KAREN’S POV The shadows shouldn’t have failed. I kept replaying that thought as I stood by the window, fingers digging into the sill until the wood cracked beneath my nails. Below me, the courtyard shimmered with moonlight, silver dust coating the stones like frost. My shadows—my loyal, obedient creations—had never failed before. They were supposed to be silent, invisible, efficient. But this time, they came back in pieces, ripped apart by a force I didn’t even understand.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

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.

(Ethan’s POV) It is almost sunset, and the hotel’s roof garden was one of the most incredible spots of the Grand Lake Hotel. You can already see from here the beauty of Springville Town. It has not changed much for six years except for this hotel and other small shops or businesses. After that, there was nothing added in this town like I never left. The couple who got lost in the forest allowed Dad to construct another hotel. For many years, the town has been quiet, and no one has ever witnessed the opening of a portal or that entrance from hell, yet many wait for that day. The Council of the Moon Shadows has continued to monitor it, but so far, the only thing it did was give revenue to the