Shadows In Durango Novels & Stories

Then, Dante summons me, and I know it's time to get out. It's been two weeks now and I finally stand before Dante Icarus, leader of the Shadowfang. His eyes are cold, like they always were during training—sharp, calculating, and never merciful. He's called me here, and I assume it's for a good reason, most likely about to give me another mission, another person to be dead before sunrise.

Duke asked as he sensed my sudden discomfort. “Not really, Duke.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “Shadow is angry. I feel her.” “Where is she anyway?” “She’s with Zarah.” I went down first to the tunnel. This had been running since my father was still the Alpha. The long tunnel ended just outside the compound, safe enough for us to cross the stream close to the safe house near the town. In the tunnel, there was also a pack of food, clothes, blankets, emergency lights, and water in case it didn’t need to evacuate the compound.

While we're walking inside, I told Daniel, "Shadow is one of the scariest loan sharks of Colorado so don't get into trouble with him. For him, everyone's the same." "Is this a warning?" "Definitely." Shadow walked to me and greeted me saying, "Lucy! I didn't think you'd be coming for real. What's the problem?" Since he was surrounded by his guys I asked him, "Can we talk somewhere private?" He nodded and took us to a room where he held some guys in chains. I pointed at them and asked, "What about them?" Shadow ordered his guys to get rid of them. Once we're alone, I pointed at Daniel and said to Shadow, "He's one of the grandsons of Mr Anderson."

The more she focused on the rising debris, the more she realized that there was something odd on the shadows that were splayed over the forest. At first, she thought the silhouettes were just patches of shade casted by the clouds overhead. But a closer look at them revealed more ash-like specks rising up from them, similar to what was happening at the base of the mountain. It was as if whatever the shadow touched slowly disintegrated into black ash. Kiran unconsciously tightened her hold on Noorh's cloak as her eyes traced the shadow across the horizon and up the mountain. She suddenly saw what seemed like red lightning flashing against the light blue sky. "The darkness," she began. "Is it…d

The bridge stretched forty feet across the gap between buildings, concrete and steel suspended over a six-story drop to the alley below. Industrial lights cast harsh shadows between the support beams, creating patches of darkness where a man could hide. If he was desperate enough. The Shadow leader spun around, his weapon raised, expecting to see Dario charging after him with the fury of a man whose wife had been threatened. Instead, Dario emerged from the doorway at a leisurely pace, his hands relaxed at his sides. He looked like he was taking an evening stroll through his own property rather than pursuing a man who had just declared war on everything he held dear.

I called Morrison, gave her the address, and promised to wait for backup. Then I did not wait. Lily followed me to the building entrance, bat raised like she actually knew how to use it. The door was unlocked. Not forced open, just unlocked. Like someone wanted us to walk inside. "This is a trap," Lily whispered. "I know. But we are walking into it anyway." The interior was worse than the exterior. Collapsed floors, exposed beams, the smell of rot and rust. And underneath it all, something metallic and fresh. Blood. I followed the scent, my phone flashlight cutting through darkness. The trail led down a hallway, then to a staircase descending into what looked like a basement.

"Focus. Stay rooted. Predict its next move." She adjusted her stance, her feet shifting to maintain her balance as the shadow loomed over her. Each clash of their blades sent vibrations up her arms, but she stood her ground, her strikes growing more confident with each passing moment. The shadow swung high, and Bella swiftly ducked, using the momentum to spin and strike at its side. Her blade connected, causing the shadow to stagger, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! That's it! Use its aggression against it!"

Then everything went black as I was shrouded in the shadows of goodbye to all that I had ever known. After what must have been hours later, I awoke in an unfamiliar place. Fog surrounds me as hooded figures chant in a strange language. I try to move but I can't because my arms and legs are tied to a boulder with weird cravings in it. I try to scream but my voice comes out as a mere whisper. Shadows dance on the walls of this desolate cave before the ground begins to shake. The hooded figures fall to their knees and keep their eyes on the trembling ground.

Shadows of War Fiona’s hands were still shaking as she reloaded her gun, her breath uneven. The cold night air bit at her skin, but it wasn’t the chill that sent a shiver down her spine—it was the knowledge that Langley had slipped away. She turned to Darwin, whose jaw was clenched so tight she thought he might crack a tooth. The dim warehouse lighting cast harsh shadows on his face, making him look even more dangerous. “This isn’t over,” she said.

The private lounge at Elysium possessed a completely different architecture in the daylight. Stripped of the flickering torchlight and the deep, pulsing bass of the weekend crowds, the room felt less like a sanctuary of shadow and more like a beautifully upholstered courtroom. The heavy velvet curtains were drawn back just enough to let a sliver of slate-grey afternoon light spill across the Persian rug, illuminating the motes of dust suspended in the quiet air.