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Obstacles that could be overcome, but how? Matthias stood still and watched as she continued down the path and noticed that she turned around again, seeking one last glance at him before she disappeared from view. He knew right then and there that he needed to win her over and quickly. He needed a plan to win her over. Immediately! There was no time to waste! Time was of the essence. But how? Pure and simple, manipulation. Manipulation. Reader Notes: Welcome to the world of Das Schatten, aka, the Shadows. The Schatten can turn into shadows and travel through walls and objects, unless they are bound with silver chains.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

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The leaves were rustling as if the wind had passed through them. However, when one looked closely at the dark, forbidden forest that the tight community of Paphos, Cyprus had to forbid their children and citizens there, one would find that something was moving through the leaves, not the wind itself. The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand.

Amelia asked, looking surprised. "Yeah, but nobody knows about it," I said. "Maybe because it's a small company, where is it located so I can look up t it online?" Amelia asked. "In the outskirts of the midnight city. It's the biggest company ever built in the midnight city and its outskirts," I replied. "You mean the Greenwood company?" Amelia asked. "Yeah," I replied. "I don't believe you," Amelia said. "Get dressed so I can take you there, maybe you will believe me then," I replied as I watched Amelia stand up happily and rush into her room.

When he informed me that shadow had agreed to meet us physically, I was over joyed until he told me he had offered them five times the price listed under his portfolio. Don't get me wrong, money is not a problem but after being in the mobster ever since I turned fourteen, I knew that money made people do crazy stuff and this was suspicious as hell. Shadow was and is still known as the best hacker in the dark web. It's said that there is nothing he can't solve which involves computers, coding and decoding. His price is something that not many people can't afford hence very few people purchase his services. Let's not even mention how elusive he really is.

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

Wax pooled at the base of each one, softening the sharp edges of the table setting I spent time arranging. And the food, well.... The chicken looked fine at least, but the butter and shrimp, all mushy. I looked at the flowers, they were already beginning to lean. I checked the clock, it was past 11 now. I stared at my screen, I was scared, yes. Anxious, totally. But I just couldn't bring myself to call. I didn't want to seem insecure. Dramatic. Controlling. At 11: 52, headlights sweep across the living room wall.