The Shadow Novels Novels & Stories

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

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.

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

Bayo studied her for a long moment, then leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. Bayo: “You’re chasing a ghost. But… ghosts leave shadows. And Jason’s shadow? It’s darker than you think.” Leah froze. Leah: “What do you mean?” Bayo exhaled smoke, eyes narrowing. Bayo: “There’s a new name in the streets. A man pulling strings. Cold, ruthless, silent. They call him The Shadow. People say he’s not just leading, he’s building an army. And Leah…” He leaned closer, his voice almost cruel.

Books shifted, clanking against each other, like a mini, localized earthquake. "This is not safe!" Kit shouted, pulling Siron to run. But Siron stared at the shadow. Something held him in place, a mix of fear and strange recognition. This was connected to Alaric. To the curse. The shadow raised a hand, or something resembling a hand, and pointed directly at Siron. Give him back... The voice echoed in his head. Then, with a swift movement, the shadow swept its hand to the side. With a deafening thud, the entire bookshelf at the end of the aisle, a ceiling-high shelf packed with volumes of encyclopedias, collapsed onto the floor. An explosion of dust and paper flew everywhere. Kit screamed. Si

Darkness fell across the realm as the Shadow Knight approached the capital's inner districts. Stars appeared in patterns reflecting the constellations visible within his midnight armour, cosmic forces aligning as if in recognition of the approaching reckoning. Throughout the provinces, something unprecedented was occurring with mechanical precision. The Night of Long Shadows had begun.

It bathed the entire sky in a reddish light that danced as if out of flames; the sky hosting a dance of lights and shadows from mystical worlds. There was a battle between the day that would not go away and the night that was ready to beautify the entire land with its wonders. The last glimmer of the sun struggled in vain to stay in the blackened sky, but slowly faded into the distance, giving way to the mysterious moon that silently rested in the sky, mirroring its beauty into the dark sea. It was accompanied by the little shining jewels that enriched the sky with their glitter, resembling little marbles of ice.

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

It's such a nostalgic thing to have finished this epic of a novell, and I thank all of you for the support, especially to my editor, Artis Yusi, who give it her all to make sure I feel welcome here. I'm sure we all had an exhausting but fun journey, so do tell me what you think about the first installation of the Shadow Series. Thank you everyone! We'll see each other again in the second installation where we'll dive deeper in the secret of Pasithea. I'm going to warn you beforehand to wear your helmet, for this is going to be another hell of a bumpy ride.