Novel & Cerita What You Do In The Shadows

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

The wyrm’s roar grows ever closer, and I can feel the earth trembling beneath my feet, as if everything around us is on the verge of collapse. The shadows draw tighter, a thick mist threatening to swallow us whole. Though I’m exhausted, though my legs shake and my body begs for respite, I cannot give in. I will not let Shadow—our fight—fade into the dark.

Rose might have been muttering too low for a human to hear, but Aria was an alpha wolf and her words were loud to her ears. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she finally noticed that Rose’s expression was down, “And what are shadows?” Rose lifted her head and tried to force out a smile, but she failed, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Think of shadows as the weaver’s equivalent of human assassins, except enhanced by the weave.” she replied, “They are a pretty small tight-knit group and are commonly called the dark side of the weavers.”

I closed my eyes and reached for that dark place inside me where the shadows lived. At first, nothing happened. Then I felt them stir—curious, responsive. Come out, I thought at them. They obeyed. I opened my eyes to find shadows coiling up my arms like smoke, cool against my skin. “Good,” Kael said. “Now keep them there. Don’t let them spread. Don’t let them fade. Just hold.” I focused on keeping the shadows contained, but they kept trying to expand, to reach out toward the walls, the ceiling, Kael.

Kessler's POV I looked around and realized that everywhere was still dark, so I looked around trying to figure out where I was, but all to no avail. "Where am I?" I shouted when I suddenly fell into a hole and my eyes opened to White Walls and different machines beeping around me. At first, it was blurry so I closed my eyes for a few minutes before I tried to open it again and realized I was still in the same place. The sunlight from the window prevented me from seeing clearly, so I moved my body a little to the left side and saw Seth sitting closer to me...

The only thing that mattered was bringing Rayne back. I materialized at the edge of the chasm, peering down into its seemingly bottomless depths. The darkness was absolute, a void that swallowed all light and hope. I extended a Wolf claw, preparing to slice my palm, when an unsettling chill crept over me, signaling the arrival of The Shadows. They emerged from every direction, and none, their dark tendrils writhing like living serpents.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

I stepped back as the door turned red. Moving slowly through the hall, step, step, step, step. The ticking started once more. I needed to find my escape. I ran through a door to the right to find myself falling into a field of grass. Whispers of voices being carried with the wind. So many voices all at once, none were discernible. Shadows began appearing along the horizon, and the whispers increased.

"Your lineage gives you a connection to light and dark shadows. Understanding both is essential." Stella frowned. "Shadows? What am I supposed to do with them?" "Control them," Layla replied simply. With a wave of her hand, the shadows around them shifted, rising like tendrils and weaving into intricate shapes. "Shadows are not just darkness. They are a weapon, a shield, a tool. Watch." She directed a shadow tendril to lash out at a nearby tree, slicing through it cleanly. Stella’s jaw dropped. "You expect me to do that?"

Must be dreaming of something unpleasant. IN THE darkness of midnight, Shadow followed the code signs scattered in the streets to the alley and to a secret passage where no one will be able to see him or anyone he meets. He wore a mask so no one could recognize him. With this being too important to mess up, he needed to take every precaution he needed but one of the deals was he brought no guns or he died if he carried one. Dangerous yet he needed to do it. For Keisha. When he arrived at his destination, someone grabbed him by surprise by the neck and pushed him against the wall, and searched him for any weapons. He was clear and they let him go. He slowly turned around to pose no threat an