Shadows On The Road 소설 & 이야기

“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.

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 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.

"Because two nights before the ceremony, my neighbor saw a car parked on the northern road for three hours in the middle of the night. She did not think anything of it at the time. But the northern road runs along the Shadowfang border territory." Aria stared at the screen. A photograph taken from a distance, grainy and dark, but clear enough to make out the shape of a car parked on the narrow road that ran along the edge of Silvermoon territory where it pressed closest to the Shadowfang border. "Your neighbor took this," Aria said.