Supernatural Shadows Novels & Stories

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

“You too, have changed, haven’t you?” From a poor farmer, I am now a demon and a CEO at that. I nod, making sense of her words. She just continues dining as if nothing had happened. Then she swipes a bright red card through the air. A paper floats out of nowhere, falling onto our table. The Shadow Plane is highly magical. The supernaturals have advanced technologies that are non-existent in our world. Although, of course, the demon race has its own tech, which is kept hidden from humans.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding as I fought the urge to call out. And then I saw it…a shadow, darker than it should be, detaching itself from the corner of the room. It wavered for a moment, like a trick of the light, then moved with purpose, swirling closer around my feet. My breath caught in my throat as the darkness stretched out, curling around me, cocooning me in an otherworldly embrace. I knew what this was. I’d seen in the book of supernaturals, whispered stories of creatures that could manipulate shadows…wolves with abilities beyond the norm. I never believed them… until now.

The Shadows, ancient and mysterious, answered my summons, their dark energy swirling around me like a shroud. As The Shadows descended upon me, I felt an icy chill spread through my veins, a cold that was both biting and soothing. It was a sensation I had grown accustomed to over the centuries, one that signaled the arrival of these ancient, mystical entities. They seemed to emerge from every direction and none at all, their dark, ethereal forms slithering around my feet like living tendrils of night.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

So far, they encountered no creatures of the night. But there was something in the air that he could not ignore. He let out a sigh as they moved across a crossroad. From his perspective, he could see moving shadows beyond, alerting him in an instant. He gestured at his team to stay vigilant. And as if on cue, the farthest team behind led by the Sergeant opened fire. Lukas wondered what caused the weapons discharge but his attention was caught by a nearby silhouette in the close distance. He aimed at the shadow and fired with a short burst. The figure rolled across the ground before halting. Just as he expected, it was an Aswang.

I glanced at the puzzled faces of the other two men before I stopped, feeling a chill run down my spine. Austin muttered a curse under his breath, while Gabriel's eyes narrowed. “This feels like a message,” he whispered. I swallowed hard, pushing open the door to my study room. The light sparkled overhead. I froze, my senses heightened, as a shadow moved, quick and deliberate. My ears felt blocked and I felt every muscle in my body tense, ready for whatever came next… And then, the room fell into silence. “What?” I mumbled.

“Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. They fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir founded Nightshade, carving a territory steeped in the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, border on magic, drawing power from the earth itself. That, paired with the three years of nearly complete silence... it feels deliberate and worrisom.” Aurora’s heart raced, her thoughts flickering to Vincent’s warnings about Nightshade’s unrest. The pack’s isolation, paired with this unnatural energy, pointed to something sinister. “This feels bigger than territorial disputes,” she mindlinked. “Like it could threaten all

Her reputation was restored, and the university issued her a new letter of recommendation, allowing her to continue her application to study abroad if she wished to pursue her education. Chastity once lamented at Roy’s bedside that a psychic had warned her of a fatal attraction in her son’s life, whom she always thought was Melanie. Little did she know that she had invited that fate into their lives herself. Willow observed Roy’s increasingly gaunt face, her beliefs shifting to the supernatural. She wondered if she was cursed. She had endured two years of watching her father suffer in a hospital bed, and now, she faced the same ordeal with Roy. She would give anything to have him alive and w