And Shadow Novels & Stories

DALYN'S POV : That thing was not letting her go. She was screaming, Hurting herself but it was way powerful than our thoughts. Robert was trying his best non stop praying and asking help from God and I can see the war between God and Demon. Victoria screamed very loudly that the mirrors of the room and lamps break. It was very Dark now. It was nearly 4 o clock now. We just have two hours. Robert said in anger. " YOU DIRTY THING FROM HEAVEN TELL ME YOUR NAME I COMMAND YOU TO GO TO HELL."

" Cara come with me , take your left path and you will get to know what you are looking for , happiness , joy , love and never pain in your life . Who are you and why should I listen to you ? Cara asked with a fright and felt her soul being pulled in both sides . " I am you cara, I am in your heart i chose you and I am the shadow that lives deep in your heart ." Follow me ,The shadow stood proudly with a smile and wore the attire of a long black dress , her ears had horns and she was all dark just like the shadow and darkness itself.... Silence emerge ..

It bathed the entire sky in a reddish light that danced as if out of flames; the sky hosting a dance of lights and shadows from mystical worlds. There was a battle between the day that would not go away and the night that was ready to beautify the entire land with its wonders. The last glimmer of the sun struggled in vain to stay in the blackened sky, but slowly faded into the distance, giving way to the mysterious moon that silently rested in the sky, mirroring its beauty into the dark sea. It was accompanied by the little shining jewels that enriched the sky with their glitter, resembling little marbles of ice.

Their unwavering support gave us strength, a reminder that we were not alone in this fight. Together, we embarked on a race against time, following the breadcrumbs left by The Shadow. Each clue led us deeper into a labyrinth of deceit and danger. We uncovered a vast network of corruption, connecting influential individuals across different sectors—politics, business, and even the media. As we peeled back the layers of deception, we realized that The Shadow's ultimate goal was not just to control us but to plunge the world into chaos. They sought power and dominance, and we stood in their way.

The radiance on his face was undeniable as they made their way to the hall where the grand unveiling of the new project was set to take place. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Rex's mother, amidst a hushed silence, ceremoniously cut the long, stretched ribbon. As the curtains gracefully rose, an array of breathtaking art pieces and designs were revealed, leaving the crowd in awe. Men and women alike wandered through the hall, marveling at each masterpiece on display.

Never in her years of studying Wielder’s Psychology had she encountered someone whose features differed from one Wielder to the other and who survived being shadowless for about a year. A Wielder and a Shadow were like a package deal. They both existed to provide each other sufficient energy to prevent themselves from deteriorating. Shadows, though not always by the Wielders side, could be summoned and unsummoned, but it’s simply different to Z’s case. If she just unsummoned her shadow, they’d still be linked together. This means that the shadow would appear at the moment the Wielder’s threatened. That never happened, though.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

Aelanor asked, "you are probably wary of an unknown place." Haz'th looked at Aelanor like he would probably take a dig at her, but Saayan interrupted, "No, it is not a feeling. Shadows don't have feelings." "You don't say." Haz'th mumbled. Saayan hesitated before continuing to Aelanor, "Shadow creatures possess basic emotions, like love, hate, anger, happiness, grief, but not in mass. Lesser feelings, like fear, intuition, bravery- these are not present in shadows. No, I was talking about a very real, very consolidated form of a shadow- that is to say, it exists. For real.

ᴀ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡ ɪɴ ᴅᴀʀᴋ, ᴀ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴇᴘ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜ sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟɪғᴇ, sʜᴏᴡᴇᴅ ᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

The coppery scent of blood mingled with the acrid tang of gunpowder, creating a cocktail that clung to my skin, my clothes—my soul. I crouched low near the tall corner window of the east wing, my back pressed against the cool stone. My eyes stayed locked on the shadows moving outside across the manoir’s vast lawn. The golden afternoon light had long since surrendered to dusk, and now everything was bathed in hues of smoke, flame, and chaos. The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path.