Novel & Cerita Among The Shadows Book

Ask sinister. Ask sinister. Those words kept ringing in my head all through the night that I could barely sleep. How do I ask that son of a buffalo for an answer when he hated me to the core? I stood up and made my way to the Library to maybe read a book and clear my head. Getting there, no one was around the room. Thank God! Because I couldn't stand to look at any of them. I dragged my fingers through the bookshelf with my eyes tracing the books. Life in space, this could be interesting. I took the book and as I was about to turn, my elbow hit the side of the shelf and something fell out.

I retorted, "He is not the only one I despise; so stop talking and let's go. If given the chance, I will without a doubt seriously blow Eric and Armstrong's brains out. Not even my parents, I have never loathed anyone as much as I despise these two. I have changed ever since Nicholas entered my life, and the scary part is that I adore this shift. My pulse began to race as soon as we entered the interrogation room because I couldn't help but wonder who would be waiting behind the door. I just wasn't sure how I would feel or, more crucially, what I would do if it was Nicholas. I was so terrified by the whole thing, but I also started to feel like the female equivalent of Julian Anderson, or wh

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

The shadows on the far side of the hall began to shift. To gather. To grow. Lucian lifted a hand, his aura surging. “Show yourselves.” A dark figure peeled out of the shadows like smoke coming alive. Its face was hidden. Its presence was wrong. Another stepped out behind it. And another. Three. Four. Five. All cloaked in shifting black, no scent, no heartbeat, no emotion. The Shadow Faction. The lead one tilted its head, eyes glowing silver. “You cannot hide the girl,” it said. Fia whimpered and pressed herself against me.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

What in the hell was really going on? "Take this" she boomed, shoving into my hands our family grimoire, I read the ancient writings on it 'The book of dark shadows'. Another uproar erupted from outside making me tremble in fear, as I clung tightly to the book I held in my arms, in desperate search for any form of comfort it could provide me with.

There’s a disorienting sense of disbelief, as my mind refuses to accept the harsh reality staring back at me. I have to get out of here… - the thought blares in my head but I am completely arrested. Unable to move. My world shatters for the second time this evening, into a million jagged irreparable pieces. The shattered fragments of my delusions cut deep into my soul. I want to scream, to lash out at the injustice of it all, yet I find myself paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Not even the rejection had hurt as much as this. As I sit there, frozen in a moment of unbearable agony, I realize that there is no coming back from this. I can't change this. The sanctity of the mating

Outside the world shadow is a public figure that everyone is looking up, to wants to become but no one knows that she's a devil in human disguise. She let out a soft sigh, still smoking heavily. Only she knows the consequences of Shadows actions if Shadow returns back to Author's life everything will take a huge turn and she doesn't want that. He might also find out that Randy is alive and if that happens he would like to take him back to the clan where he will denounce him as his heir. Author isn't as simple as he looks. He's far more dangerous time Shadow. He kills slowly and has trusted guards that does everything for him. Everyone thinks that Author Smith is a simple person and can't har

But I hadn’t done anything. I looked at Rowen and I could see the uneasy look on his face. Whatever this was, he didn't like it. Then I saw them… The Shadows. They came from everywhere, but nowhere all at once. Their snakelike tendrils slithered right to my feet and surrounded me as if I called them, but I hadn’t. Raziel was looking at me with awe in his eyes. I take it that he was fond of The Shadows, while everyone else seemed to be afraid of them. I wasn’t sure what to do now, The Shadows were at my feet but they weren’t talking to me.