Shadows In Durango Novels & Stories

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

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory pulsed with an uneasy stillness as the group moved deeper into its forest, the towering pack house a distant silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. The first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting faint golden streaks across the earth. Aurora Wildheart’s jet-black wolf form glided through the underbrush, her silver eyes gleaming with heightened awareness. The sinister energy she, Maya, and Kira had sensed upon entering the territory—a cold, clawing presence—surged stronger now, wrapping around her like a suffocating mist. The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum w

It worked on a few of the younger Toten, but not for Anders. The Schatten were able to pick off about ten of the Toten as they backed away from the castle heading towards the river. They took one into custody and placed him in a circle of containment, where he could not shift into his shadow form. The Toten didn't have real Schatten forms; their shadows were weaker and more visible to the human eye. The fighting continued for hours, as each side gained some ground. Daan cast that one of the security guards went down; lost his head. Literally!

But she stayed upright through sheer stubbornness. Through pure rage, that filled her chest. She couldn't die here. She wouldn't. She had to move. Had to find shelter. Had to survive. In the rogue territories, staying in one place meant death. Rogues were territorial. Dangerous. They'd kill for her boots. For her clothes. For nothing at all except the pleasure of it. Lyra stumbled through the forest, not knowing where she was going. Not caring. Every step hurt deep into her bones.

Shadow Wielders Institute of Knowledge changed dramatically the night after Dark paid a visit. Not only had he been able to kill a lot of Shadowests, but he was also able to freeze most of them. Michelle would never forget the terror Dark had left. When her shadow saved her, she was able to spot the spears hitting all over the field, freezing even the meadows. It’s as though the thunders were probing the spears to do more damage as it groaned ever loudly.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of New Moon Academy. The castle-like estate loomed majestically, its turrets piercing the clouds, while ivy clung to the stone walls like a protective embrace. Charlie Hale stood at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today marked a new beginning, a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past.

I threw my duffel bag into the passenger seat and pulled out of the airport parking lot, double-checking the crumpled directions I printed earlier. Shadow Pine in Oregon isn’t even on G****e Maps. I had to dig up some backwater blogs just to find the approximate location. “Near the Cascade foothills, deep in the timberland,” one description had said, almost like a warning. It’s a three to four hour drive through winding mountain roads, most of it surrounded by nothing but forest. Massive pine trees blur together outside my window—dark, looming shadows that block out the sunlight. Even the rain looks thicker here, turning the world into a shadowy haze.

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

she said with a sad face. Abey turned towards her best friend, “me too.” Abey was afraid to go to Colorado, she'd heard horror stories about the Tribes there, killing other Tribes. “Have you dreamt when we will meet those that aid us?” she questioned. “No, I know it's when we get to Colorado, I'm afraid we have to somehow gain knowledge there as well,” Gabriela said joining her friend by the window. “I dream of an entity as well; you are going to receive her soon,” she said touching Abey on the shoulder.