The Shadow On The Wall Novels & Stories

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

James suddenly pointed at a stone wall in the distance. Latrusse and Lemuel looked in the direction he pointed at. On the stone wall, there was a dark shadow attached to it. Swoosh! The shadow disappeared and suddenly manifested in front of them.

Willow clutched her wine glass, but Roy looked away indifferently and nodded at Cameron. Cameron, who had been rather reserved, enthusiastically invited Roy to join him. “Nah. I have other commitments,” Roy declined. “Don’t just stand there, Willow. Take the love shot with Mr. Shuttle. Hahaha!” Someone in the room teased her. Cameron sat back down, and the door reopened with a push. Roy propped his arm against the door frame, his lips perking. “It looks like a party is going on here. Mind if I stay and watch?”

Wade shouted and ran towards the door of the cabin. Arthur and Freddie shook their heads and screamed their hearts out, their eyes wide with fear. Wade found the door locked from the inside. He had no time to waste. He kicked it open and a deafening noise of a shotgun sent shivers down his spine. Freddie and Arthur fell to the ground with their chairs. Wade’s body gave up on him. He caught two shotguns placed on tripods right in front of the chairs. A wire ran towards the knob of the door that he had just kicked in. Now he realized why Arthur and Freddie were shaking their heads. The walls had the same message spray-painted on them over and over. “YOU DID THIS, WADE JOHNSON.”

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.

Concrete walls stretched off in two directions and the black maw of a doorway faced him. Always comfortable with the darkness, Vanadine flowed towards the dark rectangle and entered the building. Darkness wrapped around him like a cloak that he welcomed, becoming one with the shadow, as was his nature. Yet what would have been almost utter darkness to most people was like daylight to Vanadine, his eyes naturally able to perceive light most could not. He strode purposefully and silently through the building, marking what once had been a hospital wing but was now just a hollow shell. The sounds of a struggle and voices drew him on as the pair of men taunted and teased the woman, making her squ

Before I could process it, Celeste asked, "Are we going to meet her?" "Not yet. Let me confirm something first." I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight, and shielded part of the light with my finger as I looked at the wall. There was no shadow of my finger on the wall. Celeste stared in disbelief as she cautiously waved her own finger in front of the wall. Her shadow flickered. I turned to her and asked, "What do you think a shadow wants when it escapes from its owner's body?"

They came through the walls. Not the doors, not the windows — the walls themselves, in places where shadow energy had been eating through the stone for hours before Ava and Ryder came down from the roof. A precise, patient siege that had been building since midnight and chose the full moon's rise as its moment. Shadow forms poured in — not fully manifested, not the solid shapes of wolves or men, but the energy-dense constructs the Shadow Council used for assault. They moved like oil in water, fast and directionless until they locked onto a target, and then they moved with terrible, singular focus.

Something outside the house. Damian froze. “What… what is that?” Rowan’s eyes went wide. “That… that’s not the shadow. That’s someone else. Someone big.” Sienna’s heart skipped. “Who could possibly—” Before she could finish, the front wall of the basement shook violently, cracking along the edge. Dust poured in, chunks of concrete falling to the floor. Damian spun toward the noise, gun raised. The shadow hesitated, almost curious. Then, from the cracked wall, a figure emerged. Tall, broad, and entirely human—but radiating confidence and raw force. Damian’s breath hitched.

They played two encores, and then thanked the applauding crowd. Raven wove his way to a side door near the bar, reaching it at the same time as Shadow suddenly opened it, appearing sweaty and dishevelled, breathing heavy and framed by the monotone paintwork. Shadow grinned upon spotting him, grabbing Raven by the collar of his t-shirt, dragging him into a claustrophobic dark hallway and pressing him up against the wall, his mouth coming down on Raven’s in a ferocious kiss as his hands stroked down Raven’s torso, cupping Raven’s hard on.