Shadows House Emilico Novels & Stories

Sometimes fear makes people stupid, but sometimes it keeps them alive, and I wanted to see which kind he was. The place reeked of salt from the port and the stale bite of diesel, and the walls sweated damp even though the night was warm. Rust clung to the metal beams, and the broken windows let in thin lines of streetlight that cut across the floor. Christiano leaned against one of the pillars with his arms crossed, while two of my men stood near the gate, rifles slung low, waiting. Emilio sat on a busted crate with his shoulders hunched forward and his fingers twitching like he was playing with invisible strings. He kept licking his lips, cracked and dry, and glancing at the shadows every f

At that moment, I realized I could calmly accept Matteo's devotion to Sabrina. After being discharged, I returned to the company and continued to work diligently as usual. During that time, I tried to avoid direct communication with Matteo, entrusting all pack work to the next Beta. When I placed the documents he needed on his desk and prepared to leave, Matteo called out to me from behind. "This afternoon, I'm going on a business trip to Shadowridge Pack. You and Sabrina are coming with me." My body stiffened. Just as I was about to refuse, Matteo shut his office door. I swallowed my protest and kept silent.

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.

I have to take it by force. The next moment, a gun is pulled on us. Three men from the Shadowfang are pointing at us. What's more, they don't even hesitate - three gunshots and three people are on the floor dead already. I look to see the officials from the Romano mafia empire, three of them wasted. All of a sudden, they aren't even stalling - they are here for the kill, simply the kill. I know that guns are pointed at me also, but I hit the floor immediately in shock at the terror that's unfolding, and I make sure that I don't give them the opportunity to shoot at me so openly.

He had to explain this nightmare that was quickly becoming my reality. My breath was ragged as I approached his office, the headlights cutting through the inky blackness, revealing Maxwell’s car parked outside the tall building. The building loomed, dark and silent, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for the inevitable confrontation. I slammed on the brakes, the car jerking to a stop. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, my knuckles white, as I stared at the figure emerging from the shadows. Maxwell was alone, stepping out of the building with his usual unhurried pace, his expression unreadable in the dim light.

Shivers ran down my spine at the sudden intrusion and I trembled with apprehension. Uncoordinated and unsteady steps graced my ears as I gazed at the figure that had merged completely with the darkness of my room. "W-who is t-there? Em-Emilio?" I stammered, clenching on to the duvet covers of my bed. Like a reply, Emilio stepped out of the shadows. He is so creepy at times. My God! In his hand, carried a bottle of alcohol with a little quantity of liquid which danced at the bottom as he twirled the bottle around his fingers.

I felt the ambient heat of his massive frame, his hand coming to rest heavily and protectively on my hip. "He took the bait," Marco said, his voice a low, gravelly hum that completely shattered the morning's peace. He walked to the island and slid the tablet across the cool marble toward us. I looked down. The screen was illuminated with the stark, glaring homepage of the city’s most notorious tabloid—the same publication that had originally hired Adrian Cross to tear Elysium apart. The headline was written in massive, screaming block letters: HOUSE OF SHADOWS: ESCAPED INSIDER REVEALS ABUSE AND COERCION AT ELITE UNDERGROUND CLUB.