Shadows In Durango Novels & Stories

“Quit your bitchin' and get in the shower! I'm finishing breakfast now. Come on it's been a long time since the two of us spent the day together, it'll be fun!” Yeah, great. I forced myself up and got ready. Dad had a Pathfinder SUV, and it was some ugly blue-green color. I don't know what he was thinking there… “so where we going,” I said. “Somewhere you can drive around, hopefully not fuck up my truck and not kill anybody,” he said laughing. He took us up on a mountain, where he often went hunting with my uncles. There definitely wouldn't be anyone around at this time of day. It was the middle of winter, but there was no snow at the moment.

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

He landed in the shadows ten meters to her right, definitely dead. The shadows were so dark, Alex could barely see through her makeshift hood, but she could hear them coming. Five of the shadow people ran straight for her and they had guns. Another one, the sniper, breathed heavily from his perch 50 meters away. Alex knew if she made any movement, it would be her last. These men were sophisticated enough to have guns and stay out of the sunlight. At least she didn't have a gunshot wound this time, but she would have to be careful, they were smarter than the Vestarians.

said Trisha, looking genuinely scared. “You saw the way those Night Shadows vanished upon entering the light. They are called NIGHT Shadows for a reason. They don’t thrive during the day,” I said, in an attempt to relieve Trisha off the fear she had, and she only nodded ‘okay’. The barn was empty, with only a few straw laying around. I gathered together to make a bed, and we slept in till the following day. The incessant chirping of birds woke Trisha and I from our sleep and we soon readied ourselves for another adventure. We blended with the locals and avoided the guards as we made our way into the forest.

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.

Sanctuary of Shadows Dawn broke pale and cold over the mountains as Aria and Kael rode east, leaving the stone walls of the Northern Keep behind. The path they followed was an ancient one little more than a narrow, winding trail through dense forest and jagged cliffs. Few wolves ventured this far. Fewer still returned. The wind carried whispers of danger, of old magic, of forgotten wars. And beneath it all, something darker stirred in the distance… something that had been waiting.

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.

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