Elias Bell hears whispers under his skin. At first, a faint murmur. Then louder voices threading through his veins, bending his body, dragging up memories he’s tried to bury for years. Doctors call it stress. His wife calls it guilt. But Elias feels something older, patient, waiting inside him.
As his grip on himself weakens, the past keeps surfacing his brother’s drowning, the silence that followed, the guilt that never left. He finds others who confess to hearing the same voices. They speak of the Shadowkin, not myth but memory, born from shame and words never spoken.
The deeper he goes, the thinner the divide between madness and possession. His reflection moves off beat. His journal scribbles without his hand. And the woman who loves him might be carrying a fractured truth of her own.
In a world where grief cracks doors open and guilt pulses like a beacon, Elias has to face not only what he’s done but what he’s becoming.
When your body stops obeying, who’s left holding the pen?
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This novel is part of SHADOWKIN: The Shadow of Death, a chilling series of interconnected standalone paranormal thrillers, where every shadow hides a secret and every story brings you closer to the darkness.
In the hidden alleys of forgotten towns and the broken edges of memory, the Shadowkin wait. They’re not just creatures in the dark they’re shaped from guilt, grief, and the secrets we can’t bury.
SHADOWKIN: The Shadow of Death drags you into a world where walls breathe, shadows whisper, and silence presses like a weight. Each tale begins with a quiet unease and ends with a truth you don’t want to face: the Shadowkin aren’t strangers at all, but the pieces of ourselves we fear the most.
Enter these standalone stories where every truth cuts deeper, and every ending opens another door.
