What's Done In The Shadows Novels & Stories

she mindlinked, opening the channel to the group. Lucas’s chestnut wolf surged to the center, his golden eyes sharp with focus. “The Nightshade Pack is among the oldest, rivaling Silver Moon and Shadowfang in legacy,” he began, his voice clear through the link. “Centuries ago, twin alphas Fenrir and Faber Nightshade were born to lead Shadowfang. Legend says they fell for the same she-wolf, fated to Faber. Heartbroken, Fenrir split off to form Nightshade, carving a vast territory in the wilderness. He was a warrior of unmatched skill, his pack fiercely loyal and tied to the land’s spirits. Their rituals, passed down through generations, draw power from the earth itself, making them formidable

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.

“Together.” Their hands clasped, a vow to end The Shadow, their bond a fire in the dark. Hong Kong’s underworld waited, a battlefield, The Shadow’s network a poison. Their love, their united front, was a beacon, their teamwork a pulse that defied the danger. But The Shadow’s reach, Volkov’s power, and Valentina’s sacrifice loomed, a storm poised to break their fire.

he said again. We all followed him with Magnus deep in thought. Soon after we arrived at his office we got seated. He held his head with his hands and said, “This is much more deadlier than I thought.” “What do you mean?” I asked. “He's using the"shadows ", an old sect of assassins used during the Great War. Morbius used them in assassinating a lot of good people. They were thought to have gone extinct until now.” “How do you know this?”

"She specified the location. Tomorrow night. Eight PM. The Rothschild estate." "The merger," Declan breathed. "She is using the merger as her stage." "What merger?" I asked, confused. "The Rothschild merger is being finalized tomorrow night. Ceremony, contracts, media coverage. It is the moment when everything I have worked for becomes official." He looked at Morrison. "Elena wants to destroy me there. In front of the Rothschilds. In front of witnesses. Maximum damage, maximum humiliation." "Which is why we cannot let you go," Morrison said firmly. "It is too dangerous. Too exposed. We will send decoys, set up surveillance, try to grab her when she shows."

Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl." The Shadowridge Pack was one of the top packs in the region, and it took us great effort to convince them to give us this opportunity. The negotiation was crucial for our pack's future development as it could make or break us. I reminded him again, "Alpha Noah only gave us two hours for this meeting. If we..." Sabrina glanced at me with annoyance. "Does a lowly Beta like you need to tell the Alpha how to do his job? Who do you think you are?"

They had moved under cover of darkness, walking silently along quiet passageways and hiding in empty rooms when the occasional night worker headed their way. Vanadine was unaware of their destination as Horann led them while Marrin made sure any room they entered was unoccupied. The four of them had been forced to turn back several times in order to avoid servants or guards performing their tasks.

"Of course, I would. But over dinner." "Where's dinner?" Shit. I completely forgot to prepare dinner for our little date night. Author note. *Shadow werewolves: Rare and secretive forms of werewolves. They can blend into shadows or become nearly invisible at night. They are often loners, which means they can be used as spies or assasins.*

He stood firm, every muscle coiled, every movement calculated, every instinct aligned with the safety of the group. And I… I faced the shadow of myself, distorted, twisted into a reflection of my fears and weaknesses. It whispered, taunted, and tried to manipulate me into betraying the others. But I refused. I clutched the flash drive, focusing on Elliot’s unwavering gaze, Marcus’s precision, Liam’s protective presence. Step by step, strike by strike, we fought the shadows, not just physically but emotionally. Each blow, each choice reinforced our trust, our unity, and our resilience. The chamber shook violently as the shadows screeched and twisted, then finally dissipated into harmless mist

But as I walked away visibly emotionless, I couldn’t shake the image of the woman in the scarf, sitting in the shadows, watching me like she already knew me. And I had no idea that she was about to change everything.