Shadows On The Stars Novels & Stories

“It’s older than the Moon. Older than blood. It doesn’t just corrupt—it remembers. Feeds on pain. Viktor was its pawn, not its master.” I scrubbed my face, trying to erase the boy’s trembling hands from my mind. “So now the big bad’s coming for me? Let it. I’ll rip its throat out like I did the others.” “You can’t kill a shadow, Stella.” Her voice frayed, static creeping into the edges. “But you can starve it.” The frost on the windows began to melt. The air thickened, damp and sweet like rotting petals. Andrea’s form flickered once, twice—then vanished.

Magnus and Mary were harvesting her energy to sustain themselves. Faye lifted the dagger, its blade gleaming in the darkness. She sunk to her knees and with a mighty cry, plunged the dagger into the ground before her. At that very moment, Janice fell, her body hitting the floor, barely making a sound. A soft blue glow began to envelope the entire building. It extended all around it and she heard the surprised reactions from Eli, Sybil, and Mark. They saw it too. The dagger’s power was strong enough, to allow everyone to see it.

I had to pick up my pace to keep up with their determined march. When we reached the border, a group of rogues stood waiting, their expressions dripping with hostility. The tallest of them, his face marred by scars and burns, stepped forward with a sneer. “We are here to settle a score,” he growled, his gaze locking onto Asher. “This is our territory. State your business or leave.” Ash’s voice was cold, authoritative, and unyielding. “This is Blood Crescent land. Say your piece and get out.” The rogue’s grin twisted into something sinister. “Our business is with you, Darkheart. You took something that belongs to us, and we are here to take it back.” His predatory gaze flickered over to me, s

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

I hated welcoming guests to the castle, but as the lady of the keep, it was my bound duty. And that is why I stood outside the Great Doors, freezing in the dropping temperatures as the sun sank below the horizon. Klover was the only one of my sisters that had joined me, standing to my right, and back a step. I wished that she would stand beside me. “Klover, please.” I looked at her over my shoulder. “You don’t have to hide in the shadows. I’m not ashamed that you are my sister.”

Each star (woman) shimmered with celestial energy, halos of stars orbiting their heads. They spoke in perfect unison, their voices layered and powerful. “We are here to serve. Know that the stars are your ally. Your confidant and your guide. Why has the Mother of Shadows requested our presence.” They bowed before her, their lights brightening in reverence. Laura’s mouth opened her heart pounding as she was about to ask— “Laura!”

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

KAREN’S POV The shadows shouldn’t have failed. I kept replaying that thought as I stood by the window, fingers digging into the sill until the wood cracked beneath my nails. Below me, the courtyard shimmered with moonlight, silver dust coating the stones like frost. My shadows—my loyal, obedient creations—had never failed before. They were supposed to be silent, invisible, efficient. But this time, they came back in pieces, ripped apart by a force I didn’t even understand.

Shadow planted her bum on top of the rooftop house while purring like a cat. Her eyes planted firmly on the darkness of the sky. In the blessed black of the starry night, she gained some peace amid the chaos inside the house. Even in the velvet dark, there was the light of the stars, the gems inside the darkness, the apple of the eyes. She found solace under it. The night sky was how I came to wish to fly. The glimmer of the stars was like the beautiful art on the blank canvas. At times she felt as if she could feel it vibrating somehow, whispering in a way the ears couldn’t hear.

she asks, writing down his name in her notepad. "Uh, well, Laurent was a nice guy. He never skipped out on his tabs. He never insulted or hit on our female bartenders. He ran in a rough crowd, though," "Elaborate on that," "His friends seem...sketchy. Big, tattooed men who looked like they could kill you for looking at them sideways, you know?" he says, his eyes darting between hers and her chest. "Word is that they're a part of a gang. But then those could just be rumors,"