Shadows In Durango Novels & Stories

"I'm not doing this intentionally." "Intent matters less than result." She pointed to the window where aurora borealis danced impossibly over Phoenix. "The northern lights don't belong here. Neither do the shadow migrations." She was right. Dark shapes moved across the sky, too large to be birds, wrong-angled to be planes. They bled in and out of visibility as realm barriers flickered like failing lights. "Incoming!" Sarah materialized through a wall, her Bridge nature letting her skip physical space. "Shadow entities converging on seventeen packs. They're hunting something."

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

She was already injured and now instead of spending last night with her, I'm deep in the forest of Colorado hunting for a monster. Shadow has been howling in my head on and off for the past twenty-four hours that we need to go back and make sure she's okay, but I keep reminding him that we have a job to do. How can we be okay returning to her knowing that her father can try to kill her again at any time since he freed himself? While Ameer and I hide within a clump of trees with thick underbrush, Dusk and Rubeus perch in the trees above us. They haven't spoken a word all night, at least not to us. Who knows if they're mind-linking between one another.

The other, one with the disguise of a painted face, gripped her shoulder. “Look,” red lips whispered from the white-painted face. “Look at it.” The shadows stared at it, motionless, until Dominguez held the thing up and delivered it into their arms. “I need a moment,” Dominguez faltered. “Just a moment.” He stood and ambled with slow steps to accompany them toward the gates. Anne’s eyes opened a fraction to witness their departure. Old Dominguez and the shadows fled toward the gates. Anne drew on a faint memory of the old tales of Marion Cemetery. Yes, she knew of those faded stories of the shadows as Damon had known of them, but she had never seen the cemetery shadows for herself until this

I said, as I got ready. Shadow’s POV: “We’ve been searching for hours we need to eat and get some rest before we had to the next spot. I saw a diner in the small town a few miles back, we could grab a quick bite to eat and rest for a few hours before we head to the next location.” Cannon said, as we search one of the locations on the map I got from the Luna before we left. Rane let out a low growl, neither of us wanted to stop. We wanted to search as many locations as we could before we lost the sun and would have to stop for the night. But I had to consider that even though Cannon had special abilities as a dragon rider, he was also human, who had been locked in a prison for months and isn’

Every step was fraught with danger, and the air crackled with tension. As we neared our destination, a sudden realization struck me. The Shadows were not just an external threat. They had infiltrated our lives, entangling themselves in our past and present. We had unwittingly played into their hands, dancing to their tune without knowing the full extent of their control. The final confrontation loomed before us as we entered a vast chamber bathed in eerie blue light. The enigmatic leader of The Shadows stood before us, a figure shrouded in darkness, his identity concealed. His voice reverberated through the chamber, chilling our bones.

They rose like living, ink-black serpents, rushing across the clearing and wrapping themselves entirely around Duncan’s upper body. Amora, standing at the very front of the spectator circle, felt her inner White Dire Wolf scream in panic. "Duncan! Move!" It was too late. The living shadows crawled up Duncan's chest, snaking around his throat and completely covering his face. The forbidden Shadow Magic didn't just block his vision; it burrowed straight into his eyes, coating his retinas in a thick, absolute pitch-black void. Duncan stumbled backward, his hands clawing desperately at his own face. He was completely blind.

Xander chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Rescue, you say? Oh, how predictable. But know this, Dakota, the shadows are my ally. I command them, and they will be your undoing." As Xander finished speaking, the room plunged into darkness, enveloped by an inky blackness that seemed to devour all light. Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful.

And so, as the final battle loomed on the horizon, we stood united, ready to fight for our future, our love, and a world free from the shadows that threatened to consume us all. The air crackled with anticipation as we entered the heart of The Shadows' lair, a hidden stronghold that had eluded justice for far too long. Our footsteps echoed through the dimly lit corridors, each step bringing us closer to the confrontation that would determine our fate. With every turn, we encountered the formidable obstacles that The Shadows had set in our path. Traps, guards, and intricate security systems tested our skills and resolve. But we pressed on, driven by the unwavering determination to dismantle t

The Shadowfang camp wasn’t pretty. It clung to the mountains like a scar, all sharp edges and black stone. The trees out here didn’t grow straight—they twisted toward the sky like they hated it. Wind cut through the peaks, high and constant, like something was always screaming. Ronan stood at the edge of the overlook, arms folded, staring toward the horizon like he could burn a hole straight through it. “She in your head again?” Darrow asked, stepping up behind him.