Shadows On The Road Novels & Stories

The baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

The First Witness floated beside Nova. Its galaxy-filled eyes reflected the shadow. "Why are they sad?" Nova didn't know how to answer. Because the truth was simple. They had been forgotten. And there were few wounds deeper than that. The shadow slowly pulled apart. Not splitting. Opening. Like a doorway. A path emerged through the darkness. A road built from shattered galaxies and dead starlight. The sight was beautiful. And horrifying. The road stretched endlessly into the Graveyard. Toward something hidden beyond sight. The voice echoed once more.

“So why don’t you go back there and…” “No,” his answer is sharp and instant. “Why?” “I’m not leaving you alone and unprotected to go on a field trip in my mind indefinitely.” “But you did it before…” “Before you were born. Listen, when I go back in there, a lot’s at stake. I’m taking Remus with me because without my soul, I’ll get lost in there and may not be able to find my way back. Remus is a map that I can’t do without when I’m there. Shadows are tricky and vicious, if I go there without my soul and a way back, they’ll kill me at best.

“Five hours. Perhaps six, if the road is still there. Maxwell groaned. “What the hell does that mean? Jameson shrugged. “Shadow’s End doesn’t always remain in one place.” Maxwell’s jaw tightened. “Fantastic. Just fantastic.” I exhaled and grabbed my bag. “Then we should get moving.” The Drive The first couple of hours were silent. Too quiet. Maxwell drove, his hands clenched on the wheel, his eyes fixed on the endless road before him. Jameson had sat in the back, thumbing through the journal, jotting notes in the margins.

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

she turned and grabbed her purse and a denim jacket, catching one of his hands and one of Shadows on her way between them, pushing her way through the hallway of people, and out into an open-air parking lot, busy with cars pulling away and people lingering to talk. They paused a couple of times to say goodbye to someone, or to sign someone’s t-shirt in permanent marker, before reaching the now green 4WD. “What, no Ferrari?” Raven asked. “Nah, it’s a bit ostentatious for the neighbourhood,” Vixen flicked him a grin as she wriggled into the passenger seat. Shadow started the engine and wove his way cautiously towards the road. “It was good to see you in the crowd, Raven,” he said as if hadn’t

“The least they could do is put street lights.” “And what, Nolan? Kill the excitement in this town?” I smirked. The fear of driving at night, the fear of seeing ghosts in the middle of the road, or the maybe werewolves or vampires and the goosebumps you feel while traveling at night would never be the same if the mayor put lights here. “You’re right,” He grinned. A half an hour later, we could already see some lights coming from some houses in the area. This is what I loved about Springville Town. You can always expect your arrival at your destination on the dot. My heart hammered my chest when Nolan stopped the car in front of the Rodriguez residence.

Driving down a long stretch of darkness, a sign, “Hollows Way 10 miles.” “Thank God,” she said turning the radio up. It'd be another half an hour of driving. Then a small hike up to the peak. Slowing the car down to a stop, she locked her car before wandering up the hidden path into the opening that led to her Tribe. She felt at peace walking through the entangled branches, carefully stepping over a branch, she caught her hand on a sharp piece of tree, ripping a good size cut into her hand. “Ow,” she whined looking at her hand. “Great, now I know I'm crazy.”

Z smiled at her, waving her hand a little enthusiastically than she intended. Once alone, both of them gave each other an encouraging smile. “You sure this is the core of this school?” Kleint had his right on his brows, squinting at the horizon, which was now heavily tinted with indigo, some of the stars making their appearance, along with waxing crescent moon, casting a long shadow in the field, broken only by the flattering fireflies, though their lights weren’t that bright. It was enough for Z to glimpse the pity state of the Shadowests.

I was the finest barrier mage in the Blackrock Pack. My Alpha father promised I would be the next Moon Watcher. But at the ceremony, he led my twin sister Lila—a white wolf—up to the dais. Moonlight draped over her like she'd been hand-delivered by the goddess herself. My mother's eyes went red-rimmed. "A white wolf hasn't been born in a hundred years. Lila will protect us all." My brother puffed with pride. "She's the pride of the Fenraven bloodline." The pack knelt on one knee below, chanting her name over and over. I stood there, watching Lila glow like she'd swallowed the moon, and finally the words slipped out: "I laid every barrier around this pack. So why isn't the title mine?" My mot