Shadows Peak Novels & Stories

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. ---

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

IVY POV) My shoes slapped against the wet pavement, every step echoing in the empty space. Behind me, I could hear Caleb's men. Their heavy footsteps and the crackle of radios. They were getting closer. I threw my legs as fast as I could in the darkness. My breath was so audible it blocked my ears. I’d already made the mistake of hesitating once tonight, back at the police station when Caleb had burst in. That one moment of fear had nearly cost me everything.

Flaws and all. This world felt different. It sounded different. There were voices, traffic, laughter. I could hear children squealing in the distance, rollerblades on the pavements, waves crashing just been the pier. And then—-his voice. "Did someone order two corn dogs." I turned my head, smiling despite myself. "I asked for one, and why are you out of your cave before sunset?" Matteo's chuckle was smooth, low. "Even vampires like fresh air now and then."

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.

Every step was fraught with danger, and the air crackled with tension. As we neared our destination, a sudden realization struck me. The Shadows were not just an external threat. They had infiltrated our lives, entangling themselves in our past and present. We had unwittingly played into their hands, dancing to their tune without knowing the full extent of their control. The final confrontation loomed before us as we entered a vast chamber bathed in eerie blue light. The enigmatic leader of The Shadows stood before us, a figure shrouded in darkness, his identity concealed. His voice reverberated through the chamber, chilling our bones.

The watchtower at Widow’s Peak was a decades-old cabin perched on stilts thirty feet up in the air. It took ninety steps to reach the trapdoor in the catwalk floor from the ground, her calves burning all the way. If that wasn’t enough, reaching the place at all took a ten-hour drive up the fire roads from Big Bear Lake, followed by a brutal hike in by pack trail. Her piece of the park for the summer came with a big dose of welcome peace and quiet, plus million-dollar views. Hannah got up each morning to a panoramic, ringside seat looking out over mountains and forests, and a hundred-plus miles of pure visibility.

Nobody's POV In the basement, the Shadows loaded their guns, put on some gloves, and protected their heads, bodies, and legs. And they were very much ready for movement. The time was 4:32pm. They headed out, driving speedily on the highways like they owned the town. Of course they did. The two huge lorries followed the SUVs. When they got to Dock Twelve, the yard appeared deadened with silence. They say silence is the calm before the storm. But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be.

There I stood on the rooftop, heart pounding with excitement, waiting for whatever Shane had up his sleeve. I spun around at the sound behind me, expecting my surprise. Seeing someone other than Shane, I was a touch let down but still managed a smile. "Shane's not here yet? You're not the one with the surprise, are you?" The person went quiet for a beat, and even through the screen, I could feel the weight of the emotion they were holding back. If only I had seen the signs back then. The camera zoomed in on my face again. "Mr. Jackson's got 5200 flowers laid out in the garden for you. He wanted you to see from up here. It's the best view."