Shadows In Durango Novels & Stories

Half an hour later, Howard and his associates were on the road, while Darius, Jazzy, and all the Dark Shady Cartel's fringe members at the restaurant were rounded up by the Shadow Sect's young enforcers. The address Darius had given was a good 200 to 300 kilometers from Mendorra, at the outskirts of Mareno City, by the official maps. At 4 p.m., the Range Rover pulled up at the foot of a picturesque mountain, in front of a secluded estate nestled against the hillside. A grand man-made lake greeted visitors at the entrance, where black swans and mandarin ducks playfully glided across the water, connected to the main gate by an elegantly carved marble arch bridge.

Following the others it felt like I’d joined some bizarre cult of monks as the hooded figures manoeuvred in the darkness. We climbed upwards, leaving the water behind. Thalia and Imogen guided us around trip wires, bear traps, glass traps and large pits filled with spikes. I gulped at the pits. The ones Shadowlands dug were just deep, impossible holes. Rising Star’s, camouflaged by a canopy of branches and leaves, were designed to brutally maim.

He said. “Cercul Umbrelor.” I whispered to my shadows, ignoring him and they began to multiply, surrounding him. “Loviturã.” My shadows immediately attacked him at once. With one swipe of his mutated metal hand, he swung them away but they kept on coming back. The more he swung, the more they kept increasing. I knew I couldn't kill him, but I could cage him. These shadows were just a distraction to keep him from the bigger plan. “Who would have thought that the shadow king was a coward, a wuss who hides behind his shadows.” Darien taunted as he tried to get rid of the shadows that clung to him.

Randolph linked me as the headlights appeared. “Do not stop for anything!” I yelled as I began to sprint along side the convoy. They passed my wolf form, and I pushed my speed to the max, I was not really keeping up, but it made sense to me. Just as the last vehicle passed, I saw one of the SUV’s rise 4 feet in the air. The vehicle came crashing down I saw a shadow jump out of the passenger side falling to the ground. As I approached, I saw that it was a black Durango. I didn’t remember seeing that on the vehicle list.

Nobody's POV In the basement, the Shadows loaded their guns, put on some gloves, and protected their heads, bodies, and legs. And they were very much ready for movement. The time was 4:32pm. They headed out, driving speedily on the highways like they owned the town. Of course they did. The two huge lorries followed the SUVs. When they got to Dock Twelve, the yard appeared deadened with silence. They say silence is the calm before the storm. But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be.

It has been over five years since this all started, and while other packs have fought back, nobody has been able to take him down. Hopefully we’ll be the ones to change that. Earlier this year, we formed a relationship with a large shifter pack in Denver- or I should say, Gray brokered an unofficial alliance with them. We’ve been sharing information, tracking the shadow pack’s movements with our IT specialists, trying to anticipate when the shadow pack would come knocking. Based on our latest information, the time is now- we learned a few weeks ago that the shadow pack is targeting Denver, and tonight they sent in scouts to test Denver’s security systems, meaning an attack is imminent. Hence

Seraphina, feeling a sudden chill, whispered, "Do you feel that? Like we're not alone?" Dupree, his eyes scanning the horizon, replied, "It's not just a feeling. Look there!" He pointed to a series of shifting shadows, moving in a coordinated, predatory manner, drawing closer to their position. Moros, squinting against the glare of the sun, remarked, "They're not just shadows. They're manifestations, perhaps of memories turned hostile." As the shadows closed in, the group formed a defensive circle. Don Julio, raising his hands, chanted a protective incantation, creating a barrier around them. "This should buy us some time."

(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