Shady Hollow Book Novels & Stories

I once locked hope away- I can not lose it again. I need it now, more than ever. Before I give myself away and truly lose it all. I open my eyes staring down at the book. Before I can do anything, I feel her. Shade. She's just walked into the Library. I curse myself as I feel Catherine's aura walk farther away from the red door. They had been near for a while. I was too engrossed to notice and Shades scent that had made my sanctuary its home had dulled her aura from alerting me.

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

Navigating the dark woods in the pouring rain was far from easy but Wade had every emotion in the fabric of his being keeping him going. Another source of light appeared at the far end. It was an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. Wade had a feeling that he had arrived. He stopped the car in the dark and abandoned it. Other than the light inside, there was nothing about the cabin that gave a hint that it wasn't completely abandoned. Wade stepped out of the car and blended into the darkness. His body shivered the moment the cold drops of rain touched his skin. He wasn't equipped to deal with it, nor did he care about it. All he could think of was Cody’s loyalty, Freddie’s motor mouth a

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

The Verdant Hollow’s eastern grove is a cathedral of sorrow, its ancient trees weeping sap that glistens like blood in the dim light of failing wards. Their gnarled branches twist skyward, etched with runes that pulse faintly, their hum a dirge that claws at my mind. The black stone altar at the clearing’s heart throbs with shadow-realm power, its runes flaring with a hunger that mirrors the dread coiling in my chest. My crescent mark burns, a silver fire beneath my skin, urging me to act, but doubt anchors me—destroy the anchor and risk the Hollow’s collapse, or spare it and let Voren’s whispers fester. Cassia slumps against a tree, her blood soaking the moss, her crimson flames flickering

He landed hard, stumbled, then caught her in his arms. “You found me,” she whispered, burying her face against his chest. “Always,” he murmured, holding her like he’d never let go. But before their relief could settle, the trees screamed. Dozens of shadow-born creatures slithered from the forest—twisted versions of wolves, eyeless and dripping shadow. The Hollow had found them. Kael shoved her behind him, claws raised, breath ragged. “We end this,” he growled. And together—they faced the darkness.

“The Hollow was already here. Not outside the gates, not beyond the rift. It was in this room all along.” The words silenced the chamber. Survivors looked at one another with suspicion, fear, grief. Allies no longer trusted the faces beside them. The war council had dissolved into blood and ruin. Maxim’s Beast-shadow still clung to him, his chest heaving, his claws dripping crimson. “There’s no turning back now,” he said, voice raw. “The Hollow knows every move we make. It walks among us.” Elira closed her eyes. She could feel it too—the threads of shadow tightening, not just around the Vale but within their very hearts.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

“It’s opening.” Rowan spat black ash from his mouth. “Great. We kill his pet and he upgrades the stage.” Another shudder rippled through the Hollow. The cracks widened, showing glimpses of something beneath the surface — a swirling darkness shot with veins of crimson, like the inside of a living heart. The air was hot and metallic, making every breath taste of iron. Ava gritted her teeth. “We need to move.” Silas wrapped an arm around her waist, steadying her. “Can you run?”