Shadows On The Road Novels & Stories

I drank my wine till I was sleeping out of concern that he could return and murder me. When I went to sleep and woke up at six in the morning, the TV was still on. Four cash-in-transit thieves were shot dead by police yesterday night, and one of them managed to flee but was shot and injured somewhere in his upper body, according to the Morning News, which was on at the time.

for total strangers and it kept bringing tears to my eyes. Marcus arranged for a van to take us to the airport and my heart was racing. Javi didn’t let go of my hand and he was making me hot and sweaty. We were on a dirt access road and it was pitch black, but I hoped that would work in our favor. I could see the plane, it was about a only about a quarter mile away. There was a van with the items that needed to be loaded. They were being inspected by guards and set on the blacktop.

The path that unfurled before them looked alive—woven from two opposing forces that shouldn’t have been able to coexist. Dark threads of shadow rippled alongside ribbons of molten silver light, twisting together in a single, winding trail that hovered over the endless void. It stretched on farther than Aria could see, curving into a horizon where the light darkened and the dark glowed, a paradox made into a road.

The sun was sinking in the sky, casting long shadows across the road as Carver eased his sleek black car into traffic. Ava sat in the passenger seat, her eyes tracing the cityscape that blurred past the window. The radio played low, its melodies barely punctuating the silence that had settled between them.

There are so many routes within this forest that weave their way underhill that it has become a kind of magical super highway for supernaturals in the area, especially those who can travel by shadow. I park my van and step out into the parking lot, waiting to see where Slone goes. She doesn't enter the woods like I expected she would. Instead, a black sportscar materializes in front of her. It is long, low, and looks expensive. There is a man behind the wheel, middle-aged, his hair is black with a steek of silver. He turns towards me. He is looking directly at me. His eyes are a startling gray. So very similar to Rosalynd's.

The road was quiet with only an elusive far noise from a car’s movement somewhere around. I kept my eyes bound on the soil; remaining in deep contemplation repeating over and over again about what had happened previously within several weeks ago. Kylo was too cold; there were some smug faces from both Dora and Cassandra; people would always say anything they wanted – it was just too much. When I finally reached where the pavement met the edge of the road, pausing a little to sort out my mind. Streetlights cast long and flickering shadows that were dancing on the tarmac below my feet attracting me closer.

The day went on smoothly.It was already dark outside and it was about 07:00 pm .Dylan was driving,alone.He took a shortcut where only few people knew tgis road existed. The street was dark and empty.There was that one streetlight flickering like a candle, threatening to extinguish itself at any moment. His car's headlight was enlightening the dark area that was dirty and garbage ridden.On one side of the road there were metal fences on either side rusted and stained to look like blood. Driving down it was weird enough. No sound, no other cars, and no houses. It was pitch black with no lights except his own headlights. At the opposite side of the road there was that old abandoned factory watc

The road curves ahead of us, leading toward the far opposite side of the estate. The forbidden side. The scenery changes almost immediately. The path grows narrower, the light dimmer. Trees press closer, their branches weaving together overhead, creating a tunnel of shadow and quiet. The world seems to hushed here, like it is holding its breath. I keep my eyes on the road as it stretches forward, darker, less touched. My mind starts picking up details without asking permission. A broken branch on the left. A patch of dirt where tires have turned before. The slight dip in the road that makes the car sink for a moment before rising again.

“Dawn in four hours. If Celine walks at dusk she’ll be itchy at the edges before that.” “She only walks in daylight now,” Talia says mildly, somewhere behind us. “Tara says the shadows don’t want her anymore.” “Smart shadows,” I murmur. We slid out of the trees at last. Headlights blink awake like eyes. The road home is a gray ribbon frayed at the edges by roots. The trucks float over it because the men behind the wheels have learned the exact places not to step. I roll my head against the window for a second and let the engine hum my bones into a softer shape.

as they touched the asphalt road surface, then regained grip. The roads inside the airport were half as wide as the highways outside. There were only two lanes, with low wire fences and neatly trimmed bushes on either side. Streetlights lit up in the twilight, casting orange-colored halos on the road surface. Her car drove through these halos, with shadows alternating on the car’s body, like a flashing light.