What You Do In The Shadows Novels & Stories

It happened just as it did in my vision. “Are you really thinking you can get that amount for this?” one of the shadows asked. “It looks like it is about to drop dead at any minute.” He was leaning into the room like he wanted to see better, but didn’t want to taint himself with the horror of the room.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

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.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

The shadow hisses and slides away, trailing smoke. Just like back in Oscura. The three of them can land blows on the shadows, but I can’t. I straighten, the idea dredging up a deep sense of horror inside me. What would happen if more of these shadows were unleashed on the world? They could decimate whole cities, and nobody—not soldiers, not police, not even a redneck with a gun—could stop them. Kian’s attention is on the sh adow in front of him, so he doesn’t see the shadow looming behind him. I can’t do fuck all about stopping the thing, so I yell, “Kian! Behind you!”

waiting. Because shadows... never die.

He apologised, untying the rope around my hands and feet. “We?” I asked, rubbing the faint bruises on my arms and ankles, staring back at the man before me. “I and a few friends of mine... They call us the shadows. And there's something we need from you,” he introduced himself. A distorted frown sprawled on my face hearing those words; of course I knew what the shadows stood for. They were dangerous men and women. An occult group who hated the mafia but still not legal, like cops. They were a bunch of armed and dangerous people who tried all they could to get the mafia gone for as long as I recall…

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

Ethan's POV: The sinister shadow had become a haunting presence in our lives, appearing without fail at the same time every day. Aline and I had spent countless nights discussing its purpose and origin, but the answers remained elusive. One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across our home, the ominous figure once again materialized in our midst. It slithered into the room, its movements sinuous and menacing. I couldn't help but feel a mixture of fear and frustration as I watched it take shape. It had become clear that this shadow wanted something from us, but its cryptic messages and eerie presence left us in the dark.

Humming as I thought about it, then I spoke softly, “I feel the coolness of the shadows against my hot skin, but it’s not a horrible contrast; it’s inviting, almost like a perfect balance. Like we’re a team and not enemies.” “That’s perfect, little bro. Now invite them to you, open yourself to the shadows and allow them to open up to you too.” The images were clear in my head; I could see the shadows opening clearly, allowing me to see and feel the warmth they hide within themselves. Where some think evil and danger lurked within them, I knew it was different. The shadows were safe; they protect us, allow us to breathe, and they heal us. “Remind yourself that there is always that opening, ev