Underneath The Shadows Novels & Stories

No single person looked at us. “Can you just tell me where we are going so that I could decide whether I should go with you?” I told him as he let go of me. “You’ll know when we get there. I don’t want to spoil you.” BEFFORE I know it, we’re already in a secluded place and unfamiliar to me. I saw no single light from the outside. There were only thick and tall trees hiding behind the darkness. The car entered the unpaved one way road making the dried leaves flew. I sat lazily, turning my head at Gavin, who was busy maneuvering the car.

Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together. Cameron, a polished man in his thirties, simply smiled without a word. Those in power could take a passive role while the ones in service were expected to be more assertive. Amid Willow’s hesitation, her boss poured her a drink. “So Mr. Shuttle…” Willow extended her arm. Suddenly, the door to the private lounge opened, and a head poked in for a look. “Oops, wrong room.” Without a care for the people inside, the attendant apologized to the man behind him. “I’m sorry, Mr. Chester. My bad for getting the room number wrong.”

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

**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.

The three members of dark-shadows all have long black hairs that reached up to their backs which they left flowing. Their body is one built like a strong tower and they leave their chest bare while their trousers hung just below their waist. Dark shadows are known for fornication and they never really have anything good to do since the split of the covens. Their coven is like a brothel. But despite it, they are still one of the strongest covens and that is because of their special ability of not been seen when they don’t want to.

To his credit, he seemed to get the gist of what I was trying to pass across almost instantly. I watched Malcolm’s grip on his walking stick loosen slightly as a thoughtful light entered his eyes. Finally, he spoke: “I can’t answer the questions you’re looking for, not yet—but I can say this: For years, centuries even, we have remained what our names suggest: Shadows. It has served us for long, kept us safe from the world and kept the world safe from us. But there are downsides to this. There is a time to hide, and a time to come out like these flowers you see—a time to bloom.

Amelia asked, looking surprised. "Yeah, but nobody knows about it," I said. "Maybe because it's a small company, where is it located so I can look up t it online?" Amelia asked. "In the outskirts of the midnight city. It's the biggest company ever built in the midnight city and its outskirts," I replied. "You mean the Greenwood company?" Amelia asked. "Yeah," I replied. "I don't believe you," Amelia said. "Get dressed so I can take you there, maybe you will believe me then," I replied as I watched Amelia stand up happily and rush into her room.

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

She didn’t look at me, but I felt her awareness brush mine through the mind link. Steady, she sent. Always. I stopped at the center of the floor and let Inferno rise, not outward, not overwhelming. Just enough. The house responded. Not dramatically. Not violently. The beams hummed. The air tightened, like a held note waiting for harmony. Everyone paused. “This is the Haven of Shadows,” I said, my voice carrying without force. “It exists for those who’ve been discarded, hunted, erased, or broken by their own kind.” I turned slowly, meeting eyes, vampire, witch, rogue, shifter, human. Family. “It is not neutral ground,” I continued. “And it is not a democracy.” Rowan’s jaw clenched, but he did

Andrew suddenly sat up and gasped for air as if a massive weight had pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hurried downstairs and ran out of the villa. Being surrounded by everything that reminded him of me was like pouring salt into his wounds. He could hardly bear the pain. Andrew sat at the door, his gaze vacant, as if his soul had been lost. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I was enjoying the rare beauty of the ice plains. I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit.