Shadows House Emilico Novels & Stories

Just then, Emiliano came to sit beside me. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded. My mind was still with the shadow. “Here, have this,” he handed me a burger and soft drink to me. I put Phoenix down beside me. We soon reached home. As we entered the house, my mind still lingered on the earlier shadow. Was someone out to get me? Why am I even scared? People have shadows. But what bugged me most was the attention Phoenix gave to the particular shadow. “Are you sure you are fine, Ginevra?” Emiliano asked as I headed toward the staircase without a word. I turned back to him.

I weakly teased. She huffed, exasperated, but her fingers shook where they rested against my wrist. Emilio turned sharply down a narrow road, barely lit except by the car's headlights cutting through the darkness. The tires rolled over gravel as he slowed to a stop in front of a large gate hidden behind overgrown vines. “This is it.” He stepped out and jogged to the gate, pulling it open. Ashley looked around skeptically. “This is supposed to be a safe house?” “Emilio doesn’t lie,” I said softly.

Third POV In the silent shadows of Cassiel’s mansion, the air was thick with tension. The grand study was dimly lit, a single overhead lamp casting golden pools of light onto the polished mahogany desk. Papers were spread out in an organized chaos—maps, photographs, scribbled notes, and red-marked zones that indicated every possible place Emiliano could be hiding.

All he could do was to follow instruction through complicated hand gestures and, if the Shadow’s in the mood, letters formed by its own flexible body. When Luis turned eight, he was able to sustain his shadow longer than an hour, and he was already getting the hang of it. Summoning a shadow alone required energy, but keeping the shadow’s presence required stamina; hence, Gemimaro’s shadow helped Luis enhanced those areas. Gemimaro took a day-off that day, treating his son for working hard. Of course, not wanting others to stick close to Luis lest his sickness came back, they have a feast only in their home.

I throw myself to the nearest wall and look around the room. “At least this one has a window to look out from”, I jokingly say to myself. I drag myself closer to the window, grab hold of the frame, and pull myself into the window leaning on it. I look in the window, I stare eyes wide through the blood-stained glass. I can see Brittany sitting in the corner of a room across from the room, I'm in. The window in the room is adjacent to another room next to me. I try to open the window but it's stuck, the window won't budge. I start shouting for her and banging on the window. I can see Brittany walk stand up and walk over to the window and stare into it. It's as if she is starting right past me

Luciano said, from the minibar throwing himself a glass of whisky. “You seem frustrated but then you turn it into anger and take it out on everyone.” Luciano said leaning on the bookshelf. “Does it have to do with a certain black hair woman going by The Shadow of Death.” Matteo inquired looking at Luciano then back at me with a knowing look. “Vaffanculo.” (Fuck off) I said sounding a little too mad wich only feed into them being right.

But before she could answer, we heard the fools of the servants. Slow down. Step by step. In the hallway. Emil still stood at the door. He turned around. His face was stolen. He whispered: “It’s me.” My blood is freezing. A shadow fell into the door frame. Little. Maybe five years old. A boy. Dark hair. Barefoot. Wet shirt. He looked just like Emil. But his eyes— they glowed amber. A smile was on his face. Not childish. Too old. Too cold.

El comments as she walks toward us. Emilio looks around at our surroundings. Not a single soul is on the streets. This isn't surprising, as it's easily 1AM by now. "Ladies first," Emilio urges us. A sense of duty or protection settles in him as he moves behind us like a shield, peeking over his shoulder as we move. It's like a scene from a horror film. The streets are dark, with one or two semi-working street lamps that are flickering on and off. The yards are unkept, along with the houses and buildings themselves.

The shadows divided, splitting into multiple figures—each one an exact copy of us. “What the—” Esmeralda gasped, her eyes wide as she glanced over her shoulder. “They’re multiplying!” The shadows now mimicked our every move. They spoke, too—repeating our conversations in distorted, mocking tones. “They’re... mimicking us,” I said weakly, trying to keep my legs moving. “Every step we take...” One of the shadows—Zara’s shadow—laughed, an eerie, high-pitched echo of her own voice. “Come on... Come on... We can’t slow down...”

Jessica said, immediately we got in. I nodded. Amelio adjusted his rareview mirror, stared right at me through It. It was pretty awkward, but I didn't backdown either. Just stared right back. But deep down my heart was pounding against my chest. Then suddenly... he burst out laughing. I breathed a sigh of relief, rolling my eyes. He popped a gum into his mouth and started chewing loudly. "So, these your new friends huh ?" "We basically told you that Antonio." Jessica said rolling her eyes. "Now move it or we're gonna be late."