What's Done In The Shadows Novels & Stories

Chastine was frightened for his life. “I’ll be fine. Poison don’t really work well against me.” Vigilantly panting, he continued, “they must’ve sensed the shadowcasting presence from before.” “H-how?” “Beats me. You should know co'z you’re a witborn, ah!” Juste winced from his other wound, a small shrapnel embedded in his left shoulder blade. He removed it, shaking and with effort. Shadowcasting is a taboo art developed by the fellhounds. It’s akin to the dark arts that bloodhunts are capable of.

"Can you tell me where it is I am exactly before I choose?" "Well, you have lots of questions," He lets out a small laugh, "You're in the House of Shadows, in this particular realm each door is either a prison or a way to freedom. Don't think you are safe even if you happen to pick a door with no danger. Danger lurks in every direction here." I look at him with conviction. I can hardly believe he wanted me to pick a door that could potentially kill me, but then again he's a demon and only wants what amuses him most.

**Echoes of Deception** The air felt heavy as the group sat in the meeting hall, a hastily assembled strategy session in progress. Clara sat at the head of the table, her face drawn with exhaustion but her spirit unwavering. The fight with the shadows had left scars on everyone, but the eerie calm that followed was unsettling. "We need to regroup," Ethan said, his voice steady but firm. "If someone is controlling the shadows, then they’re watching us. We can’t let our guard down."

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

Elaine clutched at Malcolm's arm, her voice laced with alarm as she said, "Malcolm, are you really going to ruin James's succession ceremony? How could you bear to break his heart?" James, Malcolm's only pup, had always been a compelling reason for his compromise—however, not at that moment. Malcolm shook off Elaine's grip without a second glance at James, shifted into his wolf form, and bolted for home. He was met with nothing but an empty room, every trace of Mila gone.

My workplace knew all about the skeletons in my closet and kept a tight lid on any info about me. To keep my parents from tracking me down, they had spun a yarn about me skipping the country after getting my master's. My parents finally stopped chasing ghosts. They needed cash and had debts to clear, so they hit the pavement looking for any work. However, the past scandal had left a lasting impact, and their rap sheets did not do them any favors. No one would touch them with a ten-foot pole. Before long, on the streets of the town I once called home, an old couple scraped by, living off what they could salvage from the trash.

Today was the day. We had secured the legal victory. We had rewritten the internal constitution of our sanctuary. But the world outside those heavy oak doors was still operating on the toxic, sensationalized myths that men like Adrian Cross thrived on. If we truly wanted to ensure that no one could ever use the shadows against us again, we had to systematically dismantle the darkness.

When she had a fever, Roy sped home all night just to get her to the doctor. There were moments of genuine connections, intimacy, and the start of the mornings with hugs and kisses, so much so that Willow once lost herself in his embrace. However, the incident six months ago was a wake-up call. She would always be a substitute, standing in Melanie’s shadows in receipt of favors and protection. Yearning for what was not hers would come with a price. Accepting reality, Willow carried out the remainder of the contract and walked away without a fuss. The lights were out, and the doors were closed at the dorms. Two figures stood there, confronting each other on the dark, quiet campus.

“You revealed it. The chaos was always there, hidden领头先发，紧接着，The Weaver vanished, her form dissolving into the void. The platform trembled, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder with each passing second. From the shadows of the void, figures emerged—not shadow creatures, but echoes of themselves, their faces twisted with rage and despair. Jessica saw her own echo, its eyes hollow, its hands dripping with black blood. “You can’t escape yourselves,” the Weaver said, her voice echoing through the void. “Face your shadows, or they will consume you.” The echoes lunged, and the battle began anew. Jessica fought her own shadow, its movements mirroring hers but faster, crueler. Kade’s echo wa