What's Done In The Shadows Novels & Stories

Dupree, with his rune-infused blade, fended off the Shadows, each strike causing them to momentarily dissipate. Seraphina and I focused on the chest, attempting to harness its energy. As we channeled our combined powers, the chest began to glow brighter, emitting a frequency that seemed to disorient the Shadows. Moros, seizing the opportunity, shouted, "Now! Push them back!" With a collective effort, we unleashed a wave of energy, forcing the Shadows to retreat. But just as victory seemed within grasp, the ground trembled beneath us, and from the abyss, a colossal Shadow emerged, its presence dwarfing the others.

We're walking a tightrope, and there’s no turning back now. “Then let’s begin,” says the man, his smile venomous. And then—he moves. So fast I flinch. The room seems to fold in on itself, the air thickening into something suffocating. I don’t know exactly what’s happening, but everything darkens. The shadows draw nearer with every passing second. “We won’t back down,” Shadow says—not to the man, but to himself. And then, the world becomes unrecognizable. The temperature drops. The air becomes dense. The shadows twist like living things. The man steps back, satisfied with the chaos he's summoned—but the look in his eyes tells me we haven’t seen the worst of it yet.

She looks at me solemnly, not at all surprised by my question. "Please, I need to know. I need to try to at least keep myself safe," I tell her. "Don't you think it would be nice to get out of this mess?" I ask her. She seems to think about it for a moment before she replies. "It's called the Shadow Farm," she tells me. "The organization I work for. I don't know why, but they're after your life. And there's no saying who they'll send next if I don't do it myself."

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

“They won’t wait passively.” As if on cue, her phone buzzed again. Unknown number. She answered. A male voice spoke quietly. “You’ve made yourself visible.” “Who is this?” “Someone who prefers discretion.” “Another of the Twelve?” A pause. “Careful,” the voice said. “Not all of us approved of that night.” Fracture confirmed. “Then help dismantle it,” she said. The line disconnected. She looked at Alexander. “They’re splitting.” He nodded slowly. “For fifteen years they operated in shadow,” he said. “Now they’re afraid of light.”

The air around him seemed charged with an invisible tension, as though his very presence warped the shadows, turning them into tendrils of menace that reached beyond the basement walls. Despite Travis’s brutal efforts to break him, Jeremy nurtured the embers of his dark magic, weaving secret spells in the silence. His whispered incantations slithered through the cracks of the safehouse, stalking Lena’s dreams with spectral claws. This relentless battle for her soul was his final gambit—a shadow war beneath the fragile peace they all sought to build.

​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head. ​Through the rain-streaked glass, his dark eyes locked directly onto mine. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his sharp features—the exact same cold, predatory smile that had haunted my nightmares every single night. ​He raised one gloved hand, made a slow, mocking gesture of greeting, and stepped back into the shadows of the carriage.

I reach out to shake back, and I am instantly put at ease in a calm state. I try to think back to what Lewana told me about the shadows, and she mentioned that one of them is sleep. No wonder he can make business deals so quickly. Puts people at ease, uses the shadows to whisper in their ears about how he is better than others. If they possess others, they can create conflict and doubt, so people think he has the safer and better deal.

The house looked old from the outside, but the inside is the true definition of a palace. I made sure no one suspected it was my secret house while building it. I took Amelia in quietly and laid her on my sofa before rushing into my spiritual room to bring out some spiritual stones. I tried to revive her with the spiritual stones, but it just wasn't working. I checked her pulse and realized she was almost gone. If I don't act quickly, she might die any moment from now. I hurriedly rushed her into my spiritual room and buried her inside the ashes before covering her body with dark clothes.

The shadow says to the wolves. "I have done my work, Don't forget about the deal. I want her eliminated" The shadow said. "You have my word," Austin said and he shifted in the mid-air started running towards the place where Lisa and her friends were resting. Author's note: Who do you think is this shadow here. Any guesses. Let me know your thought and assumptions with comments. And don't forget to shower your love to the book in any form. Comments, Gems, or reviews. It will help me improve and be a better writer.