The Long Shadow Review Novels & Stories

It was Wade Rogers, my longtime nemesis, who suddenly appeared right beside me. Wade warned, "The foundation was barely off the ground when the scandal hit, and it hit hard. If you don't get a handle on this mess, we'll have to take it up with the authorities." No sooner had he finished than a bunch of students shot their hands up like they were on cue. "I'm a law student. We can offer Ms. Lewis legal help!" "We're tax majors. We say dig into the Jones Group's books. Check for any shady accounting!"

As I forced my eyes to stay open, I caught sight of a hazy figure in a white coat. For some reason, the first thing I noticed was his hand. He had long and flawless fingers, and his knuckles were well-defined. I was sure I had seen those hands somewhere before. Nevertheless, I was too drained to think and soon slipped back into unconsciousness. For a long time after that, I drifted in and out of sleep. Days had gone by before I finally woke up for good. There was no one by my side, but a note and some pills had been left on the bedside table.

I throw myself to the nearest wall and look around the room. “At least this one has a window to look out from”, I jokingly say to myself. I drag myself closer to the window, grab hold of the frame, and pull myself into the window leaning on it. I look in the window, I stare eyes wide through the blood-stained glass. I can see Brittany sitting in the corner of a room across from the room, I'm in. The window in the room is adjacent to another room next to me. I try to open the window but it's stuck, the window won't budge. I start shouting for her and banging on the window. I can see Brittany walk stand up and walk over to the window and stare into it. It's as if she is starting right past me

I was going out when I was stopped by the shadow Colton. " Going somewhere?" he asked. I remember this bastard very well because he was the most loyal shadow to the king and queen and still is to Minerva. I need to stay away from him. He reached closer to me and stood still. I know what he is trying to do. He is trying to smell my shadow scent but too bad he doesn't know I masked it seventeen years ago with the help of the same witch so no shadow can recognize me ever in this world. I was keeping eye on Minerva for fourteen years but due to some reasons I have to stop and hide into the palace for four long years.

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

"Yeah. Sin just got home, he's in the library. I believe I saw him there last." "Okay thanks." I smiled gratefully as he nodded in return and walked away. I took the corner, and found myself in front of the large library room. Thank God Nikolai had shown me around the place at first. Now it wasn't that hard to find around. I stared into the room where I noted Sinister seated at a luxurious oaky-coloured leathered armchair. He seemed to be deep in thought. With his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his face was propped up against his knuckles defining how chiseled his features were. This man is handsome. The slight subtle seemed to emphasize a roguish yet elegant portrayal of him. A blen

**The Shadows Den...** The Shadows, an enigmatic group that thrived in the deepest recesses of the underworld, were far more than just a syndicate—they were legends, whispered about in fear and awe. Their origin was shrouded in darkness, and the truth about who they were remained a secret known only to the four of them. Two men and two women, united by a shared history of pain, vengeance, and an unquenchable thirst for power.

Elder Sharon looked at her for a long, agonising period, then a vicious, twisted smile bloomed on his wrinkled face. “So be it,” said Sharon, his voice ringing in the tomb. The Trial of Blood and Shadow is at midnight. Let’s see if the Northern Fire can blaze through the gloom or if the King’s new Luna will be nothing more than bones in the dust.”

"The High Council is paralyzed. Saed is a ghost in his own empty halls, stripped of his titles and his dignity. But we both know the real war didn't end in that amphitheater." Anna didn't look up immediately. Her fingers, steady and deliberate, traced the sleek edge of her modified sync-pad. "Saed was just a variable to be cleared from the board," she replied softly. Her voice was remarkably calm, contrasting with the crackle of the hearth behind her. "He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It i

I was the finest barrier mage in the Blackrock Pack. My Alpha father promised I would be the next Moon Watcher. But at the ceremony, he led my twin sister Lila—a white wolf—up to the dais. Moonlight draped over her like she'd been hand-delivered by the goddess herself. My mother's eyes went red-rimmed. "A white wolf hasn't been born in a hundred years. Lila will protect us all." My brother puffed with pride. "She's the pride of the Fenraven bloodline." The pack knelt on one knee below, chanting her name over and over. I stood there, watching Lila glow like she'd swallowed the moon, and finally the words slipped out: "I laid every barrier around this pack. So why isn't the title mine?" My mot