Supernatural Shadows Novels & Stories

These mysterious shadows had the power to create hallucinations and instill extreme fear. "AHHHHHH!" Ploy shrieked at the top of her lungs. She shook uncontrollably with extreme terror. "They're coming! They're everywhere!" She hugged It tightly and tried to close her eyes, but the images of the mysterious shadows still appeared in her mind! It looked at the shadows that were creeping closer. He could feel the dark energy emanating from them. "They are the real Watchers," It said calmly and firmly. "They are the result of the experiment that was released, and they're hunting us." He remembered what Uncle Daeng had said about these shadows.

I saw his eyes sadden and felt a tiny pinprick in my heart. "You know whatever information you have is crucial. You're obliged to tell me." His head snapped up and I could see the anger bubble within him. "You're an insensitive little bi-" "I'm your alpha and you will respect me." I boomed which silenced him. "My father. He was killed by the shadows." He said. I looked at him confused and asked, "What are the shadows?" He sighed and looked up, "Humans who have come into contact with dark forces. Those are shadows. Some people call them witches, but they are much more than that. They lurk in the dark and feed off all things evil."

The place had been cleaned already, and my mother and I had come to make sure that the shadows had passed on when their hosts died. My mother was an intelligent woman, who knew how to help shadows pass on when they tried to stay on the mortal plane without a host. The shadows can succumb to the dark and become evil, or end up dying if they don't have a host. My mother knew with powerful shadows like those of the Watts that we needed to be sure they had all gone. Which thankfully they all had. So my mother and I spent the day putting the place back together for whoever was left. My mother swore that a Watts from this family would return, and she was right.

Dupree, with his rune-infused blade, fended off the Shadows, each strike causing them to momentarily dissipate. Seraphina and I focused on the chest, attempting to harness its energy. As we channeled our combined powers, the chest began to glow brighter, emitting a frequency that seemed to disorient the Shadows. Moros, seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Now! Push them back!" With a collective effort, we unleashed a wave of energy, forcing the Shadows to retreat. But just as victory seemed within grasp, the ground trembled beneath us, and from the abyss, a colossal Shadow emerged, its presence dwarfing the others.

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.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

Inferno’s presence unfurled behind my eyes, vast, coiled yet impossibly patient. “And if they ignore that warning,” I finished quietly, “they will learn why this ground answered when I called it home.” The sun finally crested the mountains, light spilling over the lake, painting the villa gold. From the outside, it looked peaceful.From the inside.... Every instinct was awake. Conflict was no longer approaching. It had noticed us. And somewhere beyond the wards, beyond the mountains, beyond the lies that kept the supernatural world neatly compartmentalized.... Someone was deciding whether the Haven of Shadows was a mistake…Or a threat. Either way, the next arrival would not be broken. They wo

Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life. The sudden brightness stabbed into his one eye, as the other one had a rod drawn deep and the man on the floor squeezed in fear. His entire face twisted in pain, as if even the light itself was another form of torture. The footsteps stopped. The man forced his one eyelids apart, just a little A thin sliver of vision. All he could see was the silhouette of the figure approaching… And then cold shadow that fell over his broken body like a final warning. “W-at-e-r…” The word scraped out of his throat like broken glass, just a dying sound struggling to exist.

Marrock looked around before starting the ignition of the car and in a twinkle of an eye, we were already on the tarred road. How? I asked, looking around. "Well, to fill in your curiosity, I used my powers as the Lycan King to get us out of the forest immediately before the rogues and spiritual beings started coming for us," Marrock said. "Why? The other day, you drove the car gently till we got outside," I asked. "Well, today is different. The rogues and spiritual beings of the forest are outside already by that time, so it's better to use my powers rather than for them to catch up with us," Marrock replied.