Shadows Peak Novels & Stories

“They won’t wait passively.” As if on cue, her phone buzzed again. Unknown number. She answered. A male voice spoke quietly. “You’ve made yourself visible.” “Who is this?” “Someone who prefers discretion.” “Another of the Twelve?” A pause. “Careful,” the voice said. “Not all of us approved of that night.” Fracture confirmed. “Then help dismantle it,” she said. The line disconnected. She looked at Alexander. “They’re splitting.” He nodded slowly. “For fifteen years they operated in shadow,” he said. “Now they’re afraid of light.”

It worked on a few of the younger Toten, but not for Anders. The Schatten were able to pick off about ten of the Toten as they backed away from the castle heading towards the river. They took one into custody and placed him in a circle of containment, where he could not shift into his shadow form. The Toten didn't have real Schatten forms; their shadows were weaker and more visible to the human eye. The fighting continued for hours, as each side gained some ground. Daan cast that one of the security guards went down; lost his head. Literally!

It was going to be a long night. Maya Swiftwind’s stormy grey eyes were locked on her laptop, her fingers flying across the keyboard. “I’ve pinpointed the convergence point’s coordinates,” she announced, her voice taut with urgency. “It’s a clearing deep in Nightshade’s western territory, near an ancient stone circle. The data mentions a ‘rite of binding’ tied to a lunar alignment—tonight’s full moon. If we don’t act, they could summon something worse than those creatures.” “The creatures’ attack confirms Nightshade’s rituals are escalating,” Mikhail said, his voice a steady anchor. “Maya’s decryption points to a convergence point active in 20 days. We need to move quickly, but we can’t rush

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.”

Alexandra walked closely behind Aurora as they stepped into the club not wanting to lose sight of her. The interior view overwhelmed her and she almost had a sensory overload from all the things she was feeling at that moment. The music was very loud and the beats thumped hard making her skin vibrate. The dim flashing light casted dark shadows on the faces of the people dancing in the club. This was her first time entering inside a club before. She had always seen one from afar and it had been on her highschool bucket list to go to a club. She felt her inner child squeal from delight that she had finally crossed that off.

Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. Sierra’s call came in halfway down the road, and she sounded panicky. “Roy, the candle we lit for Melanie in the church is flickering for no reason. I think it’s about to go out. Can you check it out? I’m worried.” Roy slammed the brakes and replied, “I’m heading back. We’re not traveling down the mountain tonight.” Observing the anguish look on Willow’s face, Roy changed his mind. He saw no reason to let Willow have her way.

a rough, frustrated sounding voice said, and another answered, "No! We don't have enough of the whiteshot left to be shooting at every shadow, you fool!" Lukas felt a rush of relief at that, knowing that their supplies had been heavily affected, at least. He let his shadow form stretch out, seeing where the shadows overlapped, so he might move somewhere more covered. There wasn't much choice though, the floodlight directly above the centre of the room made the shadows shorter here, and few enough overlapped that they'd predict the places he might step out and surprise them.

A cool wind ruffled the shadow’s mid length hair as he stared down at the soup of humanity. Four storeys below him the city of Bichester spread away in an urban sprawl. Perched above the lights that illuminated everything with a sickly, yellow hue, he was invisible to all, even if they happened to look up at the bank’s Victorian edifice.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

"At least she'll still be in the Northern Territory." Victoria, who had expected such an arrangement, was only surprised that Harrison didn't insist on her going abroad. She had prepared arguments for why she shouldn't leave the pack lands. With everything settling down, I became busy with the collaboration project between Shadowpeak Corporation and Silvercrest Television. The project officially began after the autumn equinox. Located in Moonridge Village on the outskirts of the Northern Territory, it aimed to help twenty-six disabled children attend school. On the first day, Dominic's brother Charles Blackwood representing Shadowpeak delivered daily necessities and school gifts to the villa