The Serpent's Shadow Novels & Stories

But before I could revel for too long, a swift whoosh cut through the air. "That was a close call!" I exclaimed, narrowly evading the serpent's retaliatory strike. The inclusion of "shadow" in its name was certainly no mere facade. In a split second, I retreated towards the shelter of the nearby forest, where the serpent's massive frame would be hindered by the limited space. However, it didn't take long for a colossal tail to whip towards me, threatening to ensnare me in its deadly grasp. "Swiftly!" Kaboom! A symphony of timber crashing to the ground.

I couldn’t comprehend the amount of information I had that day. I could see the entrance getting closer, as a shadow stepped out from the doors as my vision blurred, and I fell. I had nothing left in me; the darkness cascaded down around me as I was dragged into the abyss.

"You're not going to kill any of them." She laughed—a terrible, mocking sound. "Oh, little wolf. I don't need to kill them. I just need to keep you here long enough for my Shadows to reach them." My blood ran cold. I looked up and saw them—a dozen Shadows, slipping past me, racing toward the crack in the cavern wall. Toward the surface. Toward Elara. "NO!" I screamed. The Serpentine Woman threw me off, sending me crashing against the wall. I felt something break. My leg. My hip. It didn't matter.

I recognised the bald man from the mall when I was with Jack and Ashton, when I had a feeling that we were being followed. “That’s Kyle Simpson with Quinn, Stuart and Big Roman. So they are here, after all”, Ashton said. Carl registered that and said, “Now you have to be extra careful. Don’t let these people spot you. Now follow them, invisibly, and get in. I’ll direct you when you get access to the inside.” We held hands and together turned invisible. The gilt powers surely did have their advantages. We got near the entrance before it was opened and waited there. “Quinn, Stuart, you have to keep your ears and eyes open. Ashton is on this island and might be here in this building. The minute

It was so heart melting cause not all men knew their child's first word talk more of the date she'd said her first word but Lionel did and it was something to be accounted for. "Okay got it. What changes did you say you were going to make?" She asked him again and Lionel cleared his throat before turning to Sam. He didn't trust this Sam of a man at all. The man had those dark squinted like mouse eyes and such eyes he'd seen in someone, someone who'd betrayed him years ago. Also the person is now dead but with such act from someone he trusted so much, he attributed the person's betrayal to his eye color and since them he'd trouble trusting people especially the ones with black squinty eyes.

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

“I’ll do anything.” The corner of his lips twitched as if he was fighting to not smile. Then, after a few seconds of contemplating, his eyes sharp as if he finally made up his mind, he spoke, “You're looking for more than just getting pregnant, right?” “Right,” I responded, my lips in a firm line. He leaned back in his chair. “Fine. There's this creature, a snake from old stories, called the Shadowscale Serpent. It could have been just a myth if not for the testimonies of the people who encountered it. Legend says the tears of the serpent have magical properties.”

“So I’m your shadow now?” Damian stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You’re under my protection. There’s a difference.” The room seemed to shrink, his presence pressing in, heavy and undeniable. For one terrifying, intoxicating moment, Amara wondered if the danger wasn’t outside at all - but standing right in front of her. The man cleared his throat. “There’s more.” He tapped the folder again and slid another photograph across the table. Amara’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Damian.

As the men dragged the battered captive away, his sudden scream pierced the air, echoing off the damp walls of the abandoned building. “Aiden! Wait!” the man shouted, desperation lacing his voice. “You need to know more! The Serpent... he has people working for him, and they call themselves The Shadows!” Aiden paused, curiosity piqued. He turned back, narrowing his eyes. “What about The Shadows?” The man gulped, fear evident in his trembling hands. “They’re the ones who do the dirty work for him. They’re ruthless and merciless, and they’re looking for someone—someone named Vladimir Albert Darkclaw. He’s the one you need to be worried about!”

Better to let the serpent believe herself unseen. The silence fractured with the faintest scrape. A shift in the air. A breath where none should be. I did not look up immediately. Instead, I dipped my quill, writing a single word upon the parchment as though nothing had changed. “Show yourself,” I said softly. The shadow that emerged from the corner moved with deadly grace. A mask of coiled silver obscured his face, serpent eyes glinting through the carved slits. In his hand, a dagger caught the candlelight like a shard of moon.