She is the shadow that walks with the sun. The death you pray never notices you.
To the world, she is Chhayika Mishra—heiress, politician, enigma.
To her enemies, she is Mrityu—the end.
Raised in power, forged in the fires of war, and veiled in mystery, Chhayika doesn’t just survive the world of politics—she commands it. When a mission threatens to shatter the carefully constructed mask she wears, secrets unravel, alliances falter, and a little girl named Bhumi becomes her only reason to fight harder than ever.
But the darkness isn’t just out there.
It stirs within her blood.
And it’s ravenous.
“You call me Mrityu like it is a threat, but Mrityu is the only truth you’ve ever known.”
In a world where soft hearts are not seen as weaknesses, both Chhayika and Bhumi carry their gentle hearts as shields, knowing that there is a difference between innocence and foolishness. They don’t break—they sharpen into weapons.

This story doesn't ask for your attention—it demands your involvement.


But every name, every silence, every decision is rooted in something that once breathed.


Some truths are easier to accept when told as lies.


And if you find yourself looking over your shoulder once in a while...


Some stories aren't written to impress.


They're written to unfold—slowly, fiercely, and truthfully.


The author of The Eagle: Shadow of Death prefers to remain unnamed, letting the story take center stage.


This is not a debut; it's a reveal—the foundation of a world that will expand one word, one wound, and one war at a time.


And characters live long after the page ends.


This story is a beginning, not a brand.


Curious thoughts, quiet praise, or mysterious letters?


Chapter 2 - Part II: Interaction & about the author