We Live And Die In The Shadows Novels & Stories

"The ritual is old and dangerous. It must be done at full moon, in the ocean. You shall have two wolves walk you down and stand by your side while it happens. You offer your shadow willingly. The gods will take it, but they will curse it too. After that, you and Paris can be together. No more hiding." Tears stung my eyes. The choice felt impossible. Freedom and love on one side. Eternal guilt on the other. My shadow seemed to move on its own for a moment, as if it fought against the idea. “Can my shadow be killed?” “Yes,” “What happens if it’s killed, do I die too?” “No,” Lephone sighed, breaking the hold. “If your shadow goes wild, your shadow guardians would kill him. When that happens…” s

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.

She knew it already but her thoughts turned all true just when she heard a loud sound ringing in the silent cabin the next second. *DASHH* The loud noise followed, making her alert this time. Her doubts turned all true. She looked towards the direction of the sound, which was right behind her in a second and there she saw a shadow of a huge tall and bulky built hiding behind the shelves. Her insides twisted looking at the sight but she wasn't able to see the face of the invader properly due to the dim lighting of the cabin. Her eyes widened in fear yet she gutted back to step ahead towards the invader in order to start fighting off.

The voice didn't seem like I was to get any better but it sure had a promise that made my heart quake. The moon rises high in the sky, its silvery light creating an eerier aura, as the screams of a woman echo through the landscape. A creature turns its head attracted by the sounds of pain and fear as it rips through the veil between the living and dead. “The night of Shadow, the perfect night for escape.” Like the time when the veil between the living and dead is the thinnest, Shadow is the time signally the end of lightness and the beginning of darkness.

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.

As the world held its breath, we faced our nemesis, determined to expose their true identity and put an end to their reign of terror. In the heart-pounding climax, secrets were revealed, alliances were shattered, and sacrifices were made. The truth behind "The Shadow" emerged, and the world watched as their empire crumbled. The darkness that had plagued us for so long was finally banished, replaced by a glimmer of hope and the promise of a brighter future. But the battle was not without casualties. We mourned the loss of friends and comrades who had given their lives for the cause. Their sacrifice fueled our determination to honor their memory and continue the fight against injustice.

No one dared speak above a murmur, as if afraid to disturb the slumber of something lurking in the shadows. Grazing my perceptions as I held my breath in my chest, the area we were in — which was somewhat an old living room of a gigantic mansion — stretched vast before me, filled with shadows prowling its blood-stained golden floors. The lifeless area reflected only a hunger for suffering, as if they fed on screams here.

The shadows surged, faster, stronger, more coordinated than ever. I roared, wolf bursting free in full fury. Energy collided forest, fragments, shadows, bond all exploding in an impossible symphony. The ground beneath us cracked. Trees splintered. The sky darkened. And I realized we were no longer fighting just for survival. We were fighting for everything. The shadows form a perfect circle around us, energy pulsing violently, eyes burning silver. A voice echoes in unison: You cannot survive the next strike, Luna. Prepare to die.

Isabelle wasn't sure why, but she could sense that something bad was coming. *** In the woods, living shadows crept from tree to ground to rock. A normal shadow is made when a body intercepts rays from a source of light, casting a dark figure on a surface. But these living shadows were unconnected to anything solid. They were darkness in and of themselves. And they whispered, low and breathy, "The blood is calling. The blood is calling. Free the Master, the blood is calling." Beneath the ground, the ancient eyes blinked. A single finger twitched on a decrepit right hand. The ground above it seized in a seismic shock and the living shadows flocked in a circle over the heaving ground.

With a deep breath, I felt The Shadows retreat to their usual place at my heels, their dark energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon once more. The Shadows had become an integral part of my existence, a constant companion that had been by my side for centuries. They were more than just a tool or a power - they were a familiar presence, a comforting shadow that followed me everywhere. I had grown accustomed to their silent obedience, their willingness to wait for my next command.