The House Of Long Shadows Book Novels & Stories

’ Lora’s voice was filled with sadness James hesitated for a moment before he stated flatly, ‘I want her out of this house.’ Lora’s mouth flew open in disbelief ‘Wait a moment, before you say anything hear me out. I know it sounds cruel but sometimes you need to be harsh inorder to be kind. Human beings have a tendency of appreciating some things when they are taken from them. Putting her in a corner like this will make her realize how important it is for her to change if she still wants to continue to be part of this family.’

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

Then she stopped. Through the quiet rustling, I thought I heard her calling my name. “Mariah, where are you? I’m so scared...” My mom had always been afraid of the dark. I grew up in a single-parent household so to support me, my mom often worked late into the night. I always waited for her at the end of a long alley, eager to escort her home. By holding my hand, she always found the courage to step into the darkness. She also suffered from claustrophobia.

Am I going to die? "Seems as though you find the bookshelf to be a world full of chocolates and cakes, no?" His voice continued, sinister. I turned around, blanketing my nervousness and caution towards him. He took a step towards me and I felt myself shift back. I was scared and I couldn't deny that. Somehow, I could tell he knew I saw the gun, his eyes seemed even darker. "S-" I couldn't get my words together, even my nerves weren't working at this point.

The dim evening light filtered through the windows, casting long shadows across the room. I traced the edges of the worn, leather-bound book in front of me, barely paying attention to the intricate designs etched into the cover. My mind was swimming with all the information I’d soaked up about the council…the alliances, the history, the power dynamics. It all felt so heavy, like a storm waiting to break.

The car moved smoothly from its place, gradually picking up speed, Brook-ta-man would drive around the city for a long time, trying not to get into the field of view of the shadows, moving towards the meeting point. Sszzul moved around the long, low-ceilinged rooms all day long. The vast expanse of the library hall was densely studded with perfectly smooth columns. When the shadowf touched them, they glowed with blue lights and broken lines constantly running along the column. All the collected information of the Shadow family was stored in these columns, there was so much of it that Ssazzul already despaired of finding the necessary information. There was a lot of information about true peo

One foot in front of the other, slow, deliberate. The criminology section is deserted. I step into the aisle. Darkness presses in from all sides, shadows folding across the shelves like living things. I can't even see the other side of the aisle. My book thuds softly back onto the shelf. I notice gaps in the rows—books missing. Even the Kama Sutra edition I’d picked up earlier is gone. I freeze. Movement flickers to my left. I am not alone. Someone hides in the shadows. Watching. Waiting.

After forty years of the alternative, the simplicity of it had a weight. The eastern territories had been reading the proceedings documentation for two weeks. They had the shape of the history by now — the alliance, the ambush, forty years of a people surviving in hiding while the kingdom that had destroyed them called itself civilised. The Vampire King walking openly through their markets was not the threat the old stories had prepared them for. It was a man carrying the accumulated weight of everything his people had survived, choosing to be visible about both the survival and the weight. Because visibility was the only real answer to thirty years of the other side's lies.

Something that felt like hope. Thorne stopped at the edge of a clearing. The moon was low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grass. In the center of the clearing stood a small cottage, ancient and crumbling, its windows dark, its door hanging off its hinges. Thorne turned to face them. His gray eyes were bright, almost feverish, and there was a set to his jaw that Ela had never seen before. This is a safe house, he said. One of many. The rebellion has been building for months. Years, even. Lukas and his father did not just start the Shadowborn. They inherited them. But they are not the only ones with secrets. They are not the only ones with plans.