Shadows On The Road Novels & Stories

We’re going to be okay. Suddenly, the dark, quiet road behind me lit up. Two glaring beams of white light cut through the gloom, casting my long, trembling shadow across the cracked pavement in front of me. My heart did a terrifying, violent somersault in my chest. No. No, no, no.

he smirked. Cassia rolled her eyes. “Just try to keep up.” Two Days into the Ride The road to the Shadow Coast was long and winding. Trees grew twisted along the path, their branches hunched like hags whispering in the mist. Cassia rode between Seryna and Rhian, her thoughts weighed heavy. Not just by the Flamefather. But by a vision she hadn’t told anyone about. The night after the council, the night she swore to unite the Houses, she’d dreamed of a mirror.

Emma froze, her heart pounding as the shadows in the chasm began to rise. “What now?” Jamie muttered, gripping his skateboard tightly. The shadows coalesced into towering forms, their shapes shifting and undefined. Eyes like burning coals appeared within the darkness, fixing on the group with a malevolent intensity. “Manifestations,” Callan said, their voice calm but firm. “The force is sending its echoes to stop us.” The first shadow lunged upward, slamming into the bridge with a force that sent shockwaves through the stone. The group staggered, struggling to keep their footing.

My subconscious was showing my next fork on the road. I closed my eyes and when I opened them, I was back at the beginning of the road. I started the path again, knowing what was laid out in front of me. But this time I was wrong, so incredibly wrong. I reached the first memory but this time the choice I made disappeared and I was forced to walk the path where I did not choose Damian.

The sun hung high in the sky, casting a soft, golden hue over the sprawling grounds of New Moon Academy. The castle-like estate loomed majestically, its turrets piercing the clouds, while ivy clung to the stone walls like a protective embrace. Charlie Hale stood at the entrance, her heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Today marked a new beginning, a chance to leave behind the shadows of her past.

He sends me a photo of our victim, one he received from Emory. We stop in the street in front of the bar. As Sanchez climbs out of the car, she zips her black puffer jacket halfway up and places her hands in the pockets. I lead the way toward the big black door and the neon sign that says 'Cheers and Beers'. Once opened, I gesture for her to enter.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

Sophie’s heart raced as she drove through the empty streets in the early morning hours. The city was cloaked in a hushed stillness, a stark contrast to the chaos in her mind. Her brother, James the man she had severed all ties with years ago—had suddenly resurfaced, claiming to know something about their parents and the new threats surrounding her and Alex. It was impossible to ignore, no matter how much she wished she could. She pulled up to a small café on the outskirts of the city. The "Closed" sign hung on the door, but she could see a lone figure seated inside. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the car and pushed open the door, the bell chiming softly.

I contemplated it—reminding myself that I'm a man—but in the end, I decided to stay right where I was, trying my best to understand while feeling a little frightened as I hid, waiting for it all to be over. My family is good at fighting, but the Shadowfang are even more so. This is the main family, and I don't think they have many cars in collaboration with them in order to stand up to their enemies in such a battle. I feel guilty for living like this. I might have lost someone—I might have lost, at least, my dear sister. For all I know, once I get back, I'll see her dead body on the ground, with blood pooling around her. I hide as a small voice inside tells me that it might be even better f

The night was too quiet. Enzo sat in the backseat of his armored SUV, Marco at the wheel, Luca riding shotgun. The convoy moved smoothly through the darkened streets, headlights piercing the gloom. Enzo's sharp eyes scanned the surroundings, his instincts prickling. “Something feels off,” he muttered. Marco glanced at him in the rearview mirror. “We swept the route twice. It’s clean.” “No route is ever clean,” Enzo replied, his tone icy. “Double back.”