Claimed In The Shadows Novels & Stories

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

** 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.

Because somewhere within the palace walls Hidden behind titles and loyalty Someone believed they were still in control Someone believed they were unseen But that illusion was about to break Slowly Carefully Completely And when it did There would be no escape Because now The shadows were no longer hunting alone They were being hunted

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.

Nobody can reject her offer, not with this kind of body she has. Oh, she can't wait to finish her shift and go to his hotel room number and wait for him to return. Adam (fake name) came out of the hotel and started walking towards his right. Contemplating changing in mid-stride or not, Adam (fake name) glanced around the busy sidewalk. It was a myth that Shadow Chasers couldn't change in the presence of any light. He could vanish into a thick cloud of black shadows, right now, if he really wanted to change. Commanding the darkness was in his blood. He could, but there were too many curious eyes watching him right now as if this was the first time they were seeing the sun. He completely ignor

"Let's keep the questions for later. Now Bri, what do you know about shadows." “Shadows?” She repeated. “What are those?” I raised the black pendant in my hand. “You see, this is something that belongs to the shadows. Your father here has seen what they are so far and how dangerous they are to our kind. The real ones with the superior power are still hiding in the shadows though.” I mentally laughed at my joke. No one else did though. The room was so tense. “So you're telling me that my daughter had something that belonged to those terrible people?” Sir Frederick asked and I nodded.

The air crackled with unspoken questions, the creature’s attack binding the two groups in a shared urgency. Damien’s gaze flickered to Aurora, a brief spark of curiosity, or perhaps recognition, passing through his eyes before he addressed Mikhail. “You’ve seen what we’re up against,” he said, his tone grave. “That creature you fought, it’s not the first. Our young women are vanishing near Nightshade’s borders, and our elders are… changed, as if something’s pulling at their minds. We agree that Nightshade is to blame.”

“Check out the latest on Craig news, man. You need to see this.” I didn’t wait for him to say more. My hands were shaking as I tapped on my phone, typing in the blog’s name. My hands trembled as I clicked on the link, bringing the screen closer to my face. The headline screamed at me in bold, unforgiving letters: "Adrian Blackwood: Heir to the Blackwood Fortune Faces Scandal. Inheritance at Risk After Four Years of Deception!" I could barely breathe as I scrolled down, the article unfolding like a nightmare:

I stood there like a clueless lost puppy surrounded by five breathing dragons. "Oh but vitally, she's too pretty to be put in anyone's list." The old man, who was arguing with Fernando, stayed with a sad smile. "No, Vitaly. She isn't on anyone's list, nor will she be." The sexy Adam defended. "I don't understand." The random guy said with a shocking face. "She's mine, no one touches her. Understood?" Sinister's voice was smooth and clear yet there was a manace in it that made my kneels become weak.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.