Romans & histoires The House Of Long Shadows Book

The night clung thick and heavy over Rathbone Manor, rain pattering softly against the ancient stone, threading shadows through the twisted branches that clawed at the sky. Every flickering torch along the manor’s outer walls cast long, trembling silhouettes—ghosts of a place caught between despair and defiance.

At night, I would curl up in the sweltering kitchen, drenched in sweat, on a bed so cramped I could barely roll over. The lady who ran the place took pity on me and tossed a few extra bucks my way. I was thankful, especially since my parents had cut me off, hoping I would come crawling back. They wanted to keep me on a tight leash. However, my heart had iced over. I just dove into my books even harder. Jennifer, Ella, whatever name I went by did not matter. I was determined to rock the life ahead of me, no matter the label. After four years of grinding, I made it to college, nailed my undergrad, and aimed for grad school.

The next chapter of their journey beckoned, and as they prepared to face the shadows that lurked on the edges of their existence, Chloe felt a sense of determination and acceptance, ready to embrace the legacy that awaited her and shape the destiny that lay ahead. Days turned into nights as Chloe delved into the secret archives hidden within her family's home. The books, ancient and weathered, contained the wisdom of generations, revealing the intricacies of the supernatural world she had unwittingly entered. Chloe's nights became a journey through the hidden corridors of knowledge, each page unraveling the mysteries that surrounded her existence.

“You are stronger than that, Demika. You are the last of the bloodline of Wicca. Do not let the darkness claim you.” The ancient tome lies before her, its leather-bound cover worn and cracked with age. The Book of Shadows is far larger than she imagined, a massive, imposing presence that seems to hum with a life of its own. It radiates an energy that is both intoxicating and terrifying, a potent mix of promise and peril. Demika sits cross-legged on the floor of her room, the only light coming from the flickering candles she has arranged in a circle around her. The shadows dance on the walls, their movements almost hypnotic, as if they are alive, as if they are watching her.

It was right at the edge of town beside a large stream of water. It was composed of about a dozen buildings spread out side by side with a large space in the middle that they usually used for their get-togethers and meetings and the likes. It was covered by cavernous rocks that were stacked on top of each other and were currently around twice the average house in the neighbourhood. The rocks were located on the west side of the houses so most days it casted a large shadow over the community hence their name, The Shadow Rock Pack.

“Shadows have a grey Aura, in the worse cases black. The issue is their aura changes with their moods. They have unstable magic. If they are thinking thoughts of light their aura will appear white. This makes them hard to find at times. But I wouldn’t want us to find it. Not until we are prepared.” I felt like we were in a horror film, I could hear the voice in my head yelling. Why are you going toward danger, this is how you die you fool. Nevertheless, we continued. The barren land only lasted half a block. Houses sprung up on the horizon and we headed further into town. I wonder why they didn’t destroy my house? They may assume I escaped, but died? Due to the fact I haven’t been seen since

Chapter 89 – The Empire in Shadows The mansion seemed to hum that night, a low vibration threading through its floors and walls as if warning of the calamity to come. Samkelo stood near the grand staircase, eyes scanning the flickering shadows that stretched along the hallway. The fog outside had thickened to a ghostly pall over the estate grounds, curling over the gates and gardens like an unseen hand. He could feel the mansion’s pulse beneath his feet — steady, yet insistent, as though urging him to prepare.

"Can you tell me where it is I am exactly before I choose?" "Well, you have lots of questions," He lets out a small laugh, "You're in the House of Shadows, in this particular realm each door is either a prison or a way to freedom. Don't think you are safe even if you happen to pick a door with no danger. Danger lurks in every direction here." I look at him with conviction. I can hardly believe he wanted me to pick a door that could potentially kill me, but then again he's a demon and only wants what amuses him most.