Chasing Shadows Novel Novels & Stories

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

In that room, surrounded by secrets and shadows, I realized the world I thought I knew had shattered—and in its place stood something far darker, and far more dangerous. But I wasn’t running anymore. Let them come. ---

One could tell it was dangerous. Suddenly two shadows emerged from the dark five steps from where she stood. She step back watching the two shadows cautiously. "No!" One of the shadows cried. Its voice covered with fear. The other shadow took out something that looks like a gun and pointed it at the other one. "This is my parting gift for you." The shadow whispered before pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed in the whole place, taking away the stillness of the night.

Before the darkness found her, Elena Voss had believed shadows were empty. Just absence. Just silence. Just places where nothing existed. She was wrong. Shadows didn’t mean nothing. They meant something was hiding. Watching. Waiting. --- The first time she realized that— She was already too deep to turn back. --- The car cut through the empty highway like a blade, rain streaking across the windshield in relentless waves. Headlights from the pursuing vehicles burned behind them—closer now, faster, more aggressive.

** The Choice of Shadows** Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.

I want something you have and I want you to give me’’ the shadows replied this time hovering over him. He desperately wanted to plead for help. How did he end up with a best friend whose mate was a shadow? They hover over him making him feel so violated. His hands directly went to cover his cock. The shadows laughed amused by his actions. The air was beginning to tense down. ‘’Layla, you should stop, you're making him uncomfortable'’ cautioned the shadow who ran back to his side like an obedient kitty. Enzo stared in disbelief. The shadows obey just their master, how would they listen to Chase?

A slow, creeping cold curled through the air, sinking into my bones. And then—a voice. Not loud. Not spoken. But whispered, slipping into my mind like a tendril of smoke. "You are not ready." My breath hitched. Jace’s hand shot out, gripping my arm. “Elena—” But I barely heard him. The room around me shifted. The walls blurred. The fire flickered and died. The cabin dissolved. And suddenly, I was somewhere else. --- A Forest of Shadows The air was thick with mist, the trees stretching endlessly in every direction. Their branches twisted like skeletal fingers, reaching for me. The ground beneath me pulsed, alive, whispering secrets in a language I didn’t understand.

And I watch the moment she sees it, which I have been watching for, which Vivian seeing is the thing I have been waiting for since the night of the graduation ceremony when I shook Chase Sterling's hand and felt the dark patient thing and did not have language for it. In the cracked mirror, behind Vivian's reflection, there is a shadow. The shape of a person, standing where no one is standing, cast by no light source in my apartment, occupying the space directly behind her reflection with the specific quality of something that belongs to her and to him simultaneously. Chase's shadow. Behind her. In the mirror she does not share with anyone. Vivian looks at it. She does not look away. "Sienna

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 demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."