Shadows Peak Novels & Stories

Aaron grabbed Cole's face, hard. Cole was a bit shaken, but he was good at masking emotions. "Prescott, Prescott, Prescott," he smiled, staring into Cole's eyes, "I in fact do want that. " --- Cell Yard – Afternoon The afternoon sun was sharp over the yard. Everything was exposed in it. No shadows to hide behind, no softness in the air. Just heat, noise, and tension sitting under every movement. Cole stood with Bruce near the center. Bruce was talking quickly, hands moving as he explained his idea.

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."

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

The officers paled and broke out in cold sweat. “Let’s not discuss that any further. It’s all in the past.” Ethan interrupted Liam. “I didn’t call you here to hear you say these things. I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to Sky Peak.” “Sky Peak?” Liam was stunned. Sky Peak was Riveria’s tallest and most famous mountain, known for its towering peak and year-round snow.

"The Council has every say when you bring a White Wolf princess into our lands while her father hunts her with bounties and promises of war. You may be Alpha, Kael Blackthorne, but you are not above the pack." Kael’s jaw clenched. I could see him fighting the urge to argue. "Good," Mira said. "You’re learning. Come, girl. Let’s see what the Council makes of you." The gates opened wider. Inside, Shadowpeak was nothing like the White Wolf palace. No marble, gold, soaring ceilings or tapestries. Just dark stone carved from the mountain’s heart. Torches burned in iron brackets. The air was thick with smoke and wolf and something older.