And Shadow Novels & Stories

Tucked between sketches of motorcycle parts and environmental science notes, a single page with my name at the top. I opened the journal now, fingers finding the page they'd returned to countless times over the past week.. she calls me Shade, and maybe she's right I am the darkness to her stubborn light. A shadow lingering at her edges, drawn to the warmth I can't quite touch. she sees constellations where I see emptiness, maps possibility in starless skies, plants hope in salted earth and somehow makes it grow what does light want with shadow? what could sunshine need from shade?

"Goddess Gia is of the Light and the God Chaos of the Darkness. He had a son. God Nyx of the night. He is the father of the Shadows. He had ten children. Philotes, the shadow of Lust. Takes pride in causing affairs and encouraging people to act on desire. Hypnos, the shadow of sleep, works with his brother, Oneiroi, the shadow of dreams. They create nightmares you can't wake up from. Thanatos, the shadow of death, claims the souls of the departed. Makes death seem to be part of life, even if the causes are unnatural. Momus, the shadow of blame, and Oizys, the shadow of distress, are twins. They work with Eris, the shadow of strife, Apate, the shadow of deceit, and Nemesis, the shadow of reve

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

She cozied up to Malcolm, looking at him with a love that was almost too intense. However, right in the middle of the ceremony, as Malcolm and Elaine were crowning James and the excitement was at its peak, everyone's phones buzzed with an urgent alert. [Under the laws of the werewolf community, the severance of the bond between Alpha Malcolm and Luna Mila is official. As of noon, they are nothing to each other.] Malcolm had not even checked his phone, still tucked away in his pocket, but the whispers and sidelong glances from the crowd sent a wave of panic through him.

The Shadowborn stood silently behind them, a solemn reminder of the seriousness of the situation. "We shall put an end to this shadow," Xander proclaimed with a steady voice. "We plan on bringing back the brightness." The form in front of them, representing the shadows, chuckled. The chilling echo of its voice resonated throughout the chamber. "You will not be able to overcome me." I will exist forever. I am the darkness that will engulf everything. In a sudden, quick movement, the mysterious figure released a burst of power. Xander and Eva responded simultaneously, their combined light creating a shield that diverted the assault. The collision of powers caused vibrations in the chamber, sha

Then she stopped. Through the quiet rustling, I thought I heard her calling my name. “Mariah, where are you? I’m so scared...” My mom had always been afraid of the dark. I grew up in a single-parent household so to support me, my mom often worked late into the night. I always waited for her at the end of a long alley, eager to escort her home. By holding my hand, she always found the courage to step into the darkness. She also suffered from claustrophobia.

Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. Sierra’s call came in halfway down the road, and she sounded panicky. “Roy, the candle we lit for Melanie in the church is flickering for no reason. I think it’s about to go out. Can you check it out? I’m worried.” Roy slammed the brakes and replied, “I’m heading back. We’re not traveling down the mountain tonight.” Observing the anguish look on Willow’s face, Roy changed his mind. He saw no reason to let Willow have her way.

she tells me once again. I think about it for a while. Fate. I'm one who believes in that more than any other person, and I remember clearly my talks with Vanessa on this subject. I used to be the big head, but now I say it's a bit hard to think it's not my fault. However, the consolation is needed as I don't want to start spiraling back into that place where I felt depressed and haunted myself. "You have to be very careful this time around from now on," she tells me again. "The Shadow Clan is getting more and more serious and even desperate. They won't send me now if I won't do it, and it's clear that I won't," she says.

My breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as I stared at Marcus's lifeless body, the pool of blood around him spreading like ink on a parchment. I hadn't done this. I couldn’t have done this. Could I? A jolt of panic coursed through me, snapping me out of my frozen state. I backed away, my gaze darting around the room. The shadows on the walls seemed alive, coming closer to me. I needed to think, to move, but my legs felt like lead.

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.