Shadows In Durango Novels & Stories

Dragon aura was bright, and the shadows were in the dark. Was the power of light the only way to kill these Shadow Men?

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.

"Third building from the north end. Two-story structure with a collapsed roof on the west side. That is where her phone signal was strongest before it died." "Thank you." I hung up, staring at the building he described. It looked like something from a nightmare. Broken windows, graffiti-covered walls, the kind of place where screams would go unheard. "We call Morrison first," Lily said. "Give her the address. Then we go in." "If we wait for the FBI, it might be too late." "If we go in without backup, we might both die." She was right. But every second felt like Declan slipping further away. I called Morrison, gave her the address, and promised to wait for backup.

"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.

Fox arches his scarred brow at the men, who then bolt, scrambling for the door. You can hear both Sidhe and Arson’s laughter through the earpieces as Dominic and Alanzo shut the enormous wooden double doors. “Did you notice the large wet spots in front of their slacks?” Shadow rasps from his perch on the banister to the stairs. He is standing balanced on them and then drops to sit in all too fluid motions. The only one who can move as silent and agile as this man is Ransom. Must be because they are both stalkers.

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.

Today was the day. We had secured the legal victory. We had rewritten the internal constitution of our sanctuary. But the world outside those heavy oak doors was still operating on the toxic, sensationalized myths that men like Adrian Cross thrived on. If we truly wanted to ensure that no one could ever use the shadows against us again, we had to systematically dismantle the darkness.

I got why she was mad. I mulled it over for a sec, and then I said, "Guess I'll skip the dorm life." "Skip the dorm? You want to blow more cash having a blast outside?" I managed a wry smile. "There's this little eatery near campus. I can snag a gig there and crash in their kitchen at night. "Don't sweat it. I won't cause any trouble. If you're worried, feel free to video check on me anytime."