Shiloh: A Novels & Stories

🥀 OTHELLO’S POV 🥀 Hell was chaotic, surrounded by the echoes of madness and despair. Shadows danced around, strange birds flew and cried in the sky, and the surroundings were filled with darkness and flames from inside the real hell. The air inside was thick and heavy, like a physical presence pressed against my skin. I could feel the weight of history bearing down on me, the accumulated fears and sorrows of the countless people who had entered this place. I was trapped.

He hated him. "My Love I would like to go with you to the food market, Choose a few items you would like to eat tonight. Kevin can come as well.", Said Nicholas. "I would love that very much. What do you say kiddo?" Kevin nodded. "I will take that as a yes. Let me get changed." Said Shiloh. "I will wait here with the little boy." Said Nicholas. Shiloh returned back after a few minutes. She had on her a purple floral dress with black leather boots and a red lipstick.

Shiloh… Shiloh. I opened my eyes and was hit with total darkness. I looked down and saw more of the same. It's like staring into a bottomless pit. No matter how long I stare at it, I can't seem to look away. I turn my head to the right and then to the left, but I can't seem to find a way out of this endless darkness. “Am I dead?” I muttered to myself. Shiloh… I want to meet him. I want to hug him.

She screamed more and louder. Tears rolled down Shirley’s face as she still couldn’t move her body. “Coniuro te angelus mortis. Do tibi animam filie mee junioris et omnem familiam suam. Ultificamini omnes et singuli astantes, familias eorum et posteritates eorum, donec nullus alius.” Rebekah spat as she was still on fire, Shirley didn’t understand, no one did. But she heard her name in it.

“This came in today. A diary from a woman who wrote about losing herself — and finding truth in the shadows.” Curious, I flipped through the pages. The entries spoke of love lost, identities stolen, and a secret hidden beneath the surface of things. It was haunting — familiar in ways I couldn’t yet explain. --- That night, I read the diary until the words blurred. The woman’s story felt like a mirror, reflecting the pain I hid deep inside. Then, a sudden sound shattered the quiet — my phone buzzing again. This time, a photo appeared: a dimly lit street corner, the silhouette of a woman standing alone.

The moment she hears my voice, the pillow drops from her hands. Zara turns on the bed, switching her position. She lets a small sigh out of her lips, but doesn’t stir from her sleep. I quietly thank the Moon Goddess for keeping her safe and keeping her asleep. Shiloh slowly turns toward me with her hands behind her back. “Houston, I-” I shake my head and point out the door. Shiloh drops her head and walks toward me. I make sure I take a few steps back so she isn’t able to try anything when she gets close to me.

Today was already the worst day of Shiloh's life. Her son was dead. No one could understand that kind of grief. Even with a broken leg, she'd dragged herself here to say goodbye. But the Prestons threw her out of the memorial room. They beat her with canes. Threw rocks at her. Dumped all their hate on a mother who had just lost her child. A rock hit Shiloh's forehead, and blood ran down her face. Someone ripped away her crutch and beat her with it.

“He’s waiting for us.” We continue to follow Bo through the trees in silence. Before long the trees begin to thin out and spread further and further apart before opening up to a lush green field on top of one of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. Not too far up ahead I can see Alazaer and Iselyn looking down at us from the twin hills, laid just a little more inland than we are. We continue up the hill, but all stop and look down, eyes widening in horror at what lays on the other side.

Together they will reign, bring forth and restore the natural order of things. Hail the She Shifter. I set the paper down before looking back at Will. He stares back at me, waiting for my response. “I don’t think this means what you think this does,” I said. “This sounds like a warning.” “Or the answer to our prayers,” he counteracts. His hope for me is suffocating. “She appears from the ashes of her ancestors. Obviously stating that you are Zyte Descendant.”

“Unfortunately, she used her magic to escape.” “It’s a good thing we have our bodies with us, then,” Martin said to Nick. “There’s no telling what that lunatic would do if she found them unattended.” “I fear you are right with that remark,” Sir Edward said with a sad shake of his head. “Heloise is no longer a member of our shadow walker family. She has converted to the dark side of shadow land. She is to be considered unpredictable and very dangerous. We have sent forth orders to eliminate her on sight.” He looked directly at Nick. “Will this be a problem for you?”