Village Of Shadows Book Novels & Stories

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

He turned his head to Shadow and when Shadow seemed also interested to know the history of these vampires, it made him nervous. It meant that Shadow had caught wind of the problem of this place. Her appearance in this village wasn’t only to sightsee, but also to dig deeper into the problem. She was smart. No, genius. The good lord as well. “Michael!” Shadow started her move by calling the village lord without any formality. Michael was extremely surprised to hear the sweet voice calling his name out of nowhere. He thought that it would take quite some time for the new lord to warm up to them. But, it wasn’t.

Enzo is just happy to have all his ‘brothers’ The night air was sharp with sea salt and memory, Enzo stood at the edge of the pier, hands in his coat pockets, watching the shadows dance across the warehouse district. The same docks where shipments once moved in silence under the veil of moonlight. Where loyalty was currency and betrayal cost blood. He hadn’t set foot here in years—not since he chose a different path. A better one.

One day, as Shadow was out on a patrol, he noticed something strange. There was a scent on the wind that he did not recognize. It was a scent of fear and desperation, and it seemed to be coming from the direction of the human village. Shadow's curiosity was piqued, and he began to follow the scent. He approached the village cautiously, not sure what he would find. But as he drew closer, he could see that something was very wrong. The village was in ruins, and there was no sign of the humans who lived there.Shadow felt a chill run down his spine. Something terrible had happened here, and he had a sinking feeling that he knew who was responsible. As he crept through the ruins, he noticed a tra

I could only hope we weren’t already too late. The night was unnaturally still. I had barely closed my eyes when a sharp, cold presence yanked me from my sleep. My heart pounded as I shot up, every nerve in my body on high alert. Something was wrong. The air was thick with a foreign darkness, pressing against my skin like an unwelcome touch. I threw off my covers and rushed to the window. Then I saw them. Shadowborn. The creatures of pure darkness slithered through the village like liquid night, their elongated, wraith-like forms barely making a sound. Their presence sent a sharp chill through the air, freezing the very ground they touched.

“But..the books..” “I know what the books say. And I know..my mother.” Jace flipped a few pages again and landed on something terrifying. There were 5 dark shadows with their eyes all red and glowing. They had claws, sharp enough to slice someone’s neck like butter. “Who are they?” “These are the ones who terrorized the whole village. And they’re the only ones who’re the true reason behind that conflict.” “I need to know who..Hailey. I have to know. I have to clear my mother’s name.”

There were lots of books of different genres. They were arranged section by section, the room looked like it was always being cleaned by someone every day. I picked up a book I've been longing to read right from childhood. The book has been drawing me closer to reading it, but it was a limited edition, so I had no access to the full book. I quickly took it out, closed the door, and went to the sitting room to start reading the interesting book. It talks about a young lady who found love and happiness from where she least expected it.

Nobody's POV In the basement, the Shadows loaded their guns, put on some gloves, and protected their heads, bodies, and legs. And they were very much ready for movement. The time was 4:32pm. They headed out, driving speedily on the highways like they owned the town. Of course they did. The two huge lorries followed the SUVs. When they got to Dock Twelve, the yard appeared deadened with silence. They say silence is the calm before the storm. But in the world of Shadows, silence usually means someone’s already dead, or about to be.

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.