Novels by Anala

The morning came too quickly.I hadn’t slept much — none of us had. We could not bring ourselves to rest under the weight of what we were about to do. Shadow’s End. A place that — as Jameson came to write — was not merely dangerous but wrong.And yet that’s where we needed to go.Maxwell spoke first as we gathered in the kitchen of Jameson’s safehouse. “I hate this plan.”Jameson took a sip of his coffee and smiled. “You hate all our plans.”Maxwell shot him a look. “Yeah, but this one? This one is particularly bad.”I sighed, rubbing my temples. “We don’t have a choice. Soraya is the only one who might have answers. If she is alive, she is in Shadow’s End. And if she isn’t…” I trailed off. “Then at least we’ll know what became of her.”Maxwell stopped and exhaled sharply, walking the length of the small room. “That is assuming that we return.”I looked at him and kept my voice even. “We will.”He halted his pacing, fixing me with an intent stare. “And what if we don’t?”There was a c

Maxwell stared at me, and so did Jameson, both of them processing what I had just said in their own way. I could see the storm brewing behind Maxwell’s eyes, how his jaw clenched as if he were physically restraining the words. Jameson’s face, though, was inscrutable.I swallowed hard. “I’m aware this is not a perfect plan. I know it’s dangerous. But what choice do we have?”Maxwell raked a hand through his hair, breathing hard. “You keep saying that, Lena. It’s literally this or total annihilation. But you’re asking us to bet everything on a hunch.”I looked up at him, anger surging through my chest. “No. I’m asking you to risk it all on the truth we just discovered. You are fed on something that predates time itself. Because they just will keep sacrificing people so that they can stay in power if we don’t stop them.”Maxwell shook his head. “And you think we’re just going to… what? Break this deal? Kill the Council and pray whoever they’re bound to doesn’t kill the rest of us in the

The journal lay between us on the table. It was like the very weight of truth that it carried had kept pushing down on our chests, cornering us to a reality that we were not prepared for. The stakes had changed — this was no longer about battling for control. It was about survival. And we weren’t just battling the Council.Something much older, far darker, lay behind their power. Something that could rip the world apart if it ever escaped.The journal grew heavier in my instinctive grip, and it seemed as if the pages were whispering secrets to my soul. Secrets I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. But I couldn’t walk away now. Not after what we’d learned.Maxwell faced me, jaw set, hands on the lip of the table. His eyes were dark and intense. I saw the conflict swirling in them, the anger, the fear, the frustration. We were both hovering over something. And I didn’t know if either of us was ready to take that last step.“You’re sure about this?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost a whisper.

A woman entered, her hood low over her face. She hurried, ghosting through the tables and slipped into the booth directly across from us.I didn’t even have time to respond before she talked.“You shouldn’t be here.”Her voice was low, rough. She pulled aside her hood to show sharp features, dark eyes with something unreadable in them.I studied her. She seemed young — late twenties, maybe — but there was an age to her gaze that belied her face.1“For you know who we are,” I said cautiously.She scoffed. “I know who he is.” Her gaze flicked to Jameson. “And if he brought you here, you’re desperate.”I clenched my jaw. “I need the journal.”She laughed briefly and without humor. “Of course you do.”Jameson exhaled. “Well, listen, we don’t have time for games. The Council—”“I know about the Council,” she said, her voice sharp as glass. “You think I’m not aware of why my parents went missing? Why did I have to spend my whole life running?”I hesitated. “Then you see why we need the jour

With each footfall, the burdens of Black Hollow weighed heavy on me.We walked back to the car without talking, all of us contemplating whatever went through our minds. The napkin Marion had handed me was weighed down with more than its size, holding an address that was a warning as much as a destination.I glanced at Maxwell. His shoulders were tight; his jaw was clenched. He had fought against coming here from the start, but now that we were in Black Hollow’s grip, I could see he was on edge in a way I’d never known before.Jameson walked a step behind, but his calm demeanor held deeper waters. He knew more than he had spoken. I could feel it.“We have to be careful,” Jameson finally said, his voice low. “The thing here… things don’t work as they should.”Maxwell scoffed. “Yeah, no kidding. The road moved to let us in.”Jameson nodded. “That was the easy part.”I paused in my steps and turned to him. “What aren’t you telling us?”Jameson paused and then released a sigh. “This town…

It was still dark when we left that morning.Jameson had given us just the barest facts — enough to reacquaint ourselves with the idea that Black Hollow was the kind of place you didn’t just pick off a map. It was a town erased from the record, that few spoke aloud, muttered between those who trafficked in secrets.A place of disappearance.Maxwell gripped the wheel tightly and set his jaw. He hadn’t said much since we’d made the decision to go, but I could feel his unease in the way he gripped the steering wheel, in the way his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror every couple of minutes, as though he was expecting something to be following us.Jameson sat in the back, his face a mask.I gazed out the window as the surrounding scenery faded from city streets to long stretches of highway lined with forest. The farther we traveled, the more the world began to dissolve around us, as if we were moving into something unreal.“How much farther?” I asked finally.Jameson glanced at his watch