Silent Shadows Novels & Stories

At the DeLuca Family banquet announcing its new advisor, Matteo said he was going to end nine years of secrecy and finally acknowledge our relationship in public. I stood in the back row of the banquet hall, so nervous I'd crumpled my prepared speech into a ball. Over nine years, I'd cleaned up the port books for him three times, negotiated two cross-border shipping routes, and taken a bullet for him. Everyone knew the DeLuca Family had a female advisor who never showed her face, but no one knew I was that woman. I thought that after tonight, I would finally stop being his shadow. Until the screen at the front of the banquet hall lit up. There was no photo of us. Instead, there was only a si

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory pulsed with an uneasy stillness as the group moved deeper into its forest, the towering pack house a distant silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. The first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting faint golden streaks across the earth. Aurora Wildheart’s jet-black wolf form glided through the underbrush, her silver eyes gleaming with heightened awareness. The sinister energy she, Maya, and Kira had sensed upon entering the territory—a cold, clawing presence—surged stronger now, wrapping around her like a suffocating mist. The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum w

Little by little, small cracks began to form in what seemed unbreakable. Trixie felt it. She saw the way some eyes slid past her too quickly, the way silence stretched when she entered a room. But no one spoke openly, and the gifts for her children still piled high, so she told herself not to chase shadows. Ryker remained steady at her side, his hand always near hers, his presence a wall of protection. Still, when she walked the courtyard at night with the pups sleeping close, she sometimes felt the weight of unseen eyes watching from the dark. Not kind eyes. Not loyal ones. For now, the jealousy remained quiet. But silence has teeth. And silence waits.

I couldn’t talk but I could still step on a creaky board. Ronan led us down the hall, and held up a hand to tell us to stop at the foot of the stair. “I’ll scout ahead,” he whispered. He darted up the stairs, or I assumed he did. Once he started moving I couldn’t see anything but a shifting shadow against the dark. He didn’t make a sound as he moved. For all I could see or hear there was nothing on the stairs but a shadow. We waited. I barely dared to breathe. The vampire woman put a hand on my shoulder. I wasn’t sure whether she was offering comfort, or trying to keep me close.

Hands finally touching a cold object on her table she grabbed the hearing aids and put them in and was in her way to the kitchen slowly when the light of the corridor came on and now she was faced with two ugly looking men. Rogues. Looking at them for a moment Natalia thought she could go invisible but nope, she wasn't a witch, she was a werewolf and as luck would have it she had her hearing aids on. "Hello there little one" the ugly looking man said as he made his way closer to her frozen in fear, the man's hand controlled her to make movements towards him. "What is your name?" "Mummy? Daddy?" She tried to mind link but no answer. "Daddy, please answer me" she mind linked one more time, sti

It was a sight she could never erase from her memory, a haunting image that would forever haunt her dreams. As Nyx continued his torment, skimming his blade up Jade's belly, stopping at her quivering belly button, Athena felt a surge of anger and determination. Her brown eyes locked with Nyx's dark gaze, a clash of opposing forces. They were woody and honey, representing the light within her, pushing against the darkness that consumed him.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

Maya whispered, her heart doing a frantic, terrified rhythm against her ribs, her thumb pressing hard against the silver garnet ring. She could see the silver strands of Elena’s hair whipping through the mist, a beacon of ferocious, protective light in the middle of a literal warzone. The Shadow Widens Just as Vivienne severed the weapon of the final vanguard tracker, a deep, oppressive silence suddenly choked the forest air. The remaining attackers instantly retreated, melting back into the shadows of the pines as if commanded by a silent signal. The mist parted, and the soft, rhythmic tap-tap of a silver-headed cane echoed down the unpaved road. Silas walked out of the darkness, his tailor

Thorne growled, stepping forward. The soldier swallowed hard. “We didn’t see it coming. It’s… it’s not like the others. It’s silent. Watching.” We all turned and saw it. A single shadow figure standing at the far end of the courtyard, still as stone. No eyes. No face. Just… watching. And then, in a voice that sounded like mine, it whispered: “The Gate is opening.”

His prosthetic leg clanked lightly against the wooden floor as he rocked forward and back, humming a tune with no melody. The night air was thick and still. Too still. He was halfway into pouring himself another glass when the lantern above him shuddered. Then—without warning—the shadows near the door stretched, elongated unnaturally. A chill crept into the room, and the flames flickered lower as if bowing to something unseen. Silas didn’t flinch. Instead, he smirked. “Finally,” he drawled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Took you long enough.”