روايات وقصص ضمن Curse Of Shadows And Thorns

Author's POV Darkness...Darkness and Darkness are all she could see. Darkness surrounded her like the ocean, she was looking for brightness in that peach darkness. Sweating profusely, Koushalya licked her dry lips to hydration. her mind was blocked from all possible ways to get out of the Darkness. her eyes flinched with hope when she saw a ray of brightness appearing to clear her Path. " koushy....koushy...." Koushalya was pulled out from the deep slumber she was drawing in. her mother was standing near her head and yelling her name.

But the Wyres are dangerous. Their bite is lethal to Shifters and, if you do survive, you turn into one of them. The curse is transferred through your bloodstream, killing your spirit and replacing it with a monster. They’ve been trying to get their revenge ever since, killing us simply because of an old myth that might not even be true. But, to be fair, we kill as many of them as they kill us. If there are talks of peace, that would be…historical. Impossible. And definitely something I deserve to know about as Princess.

There is surely something wrong with him, Dante thought. Reaching home, Sebastian immediately went to the shooting range. Unknown to him, Dante followed him silently. Sebastian picked up a AK pistol and aimed at the dummy. Dante covered his ear as Sebastian fired. The sound from the gun was so loud that Dante thought his ears would rip apart. He hid in a corner, crouching down as he covered his ears. His eyes were closed so he didn't notice Sebastian in front of him. Sebastian squatted in front of him. He held Dante's hand, causing him to flinch. "Sebastian."

“That would be hundred Percans” “Oh, yeah...sure" Leila replied, retrieving her purse from her backpack,“Thank you". --------***--------***-------***-------- She strolled into the school a few minutes later, making a mental note to see Ms. Annabeth in her office and request a make-up test. She was almost at her locker when she became aware of the whispers and weird looks she received from students as she strolled through the school corridors. “Well, y'all don't have to gossip like I did something really terrible” she said to herself, “I can't be that late”.

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

And the door wasn’t just opening. It was waiting. Lucian: The storm swallowed everything. Wind knifed across the mountain, blinding, but the shadows weren’t slowed. They moved like smoke with teeth, cutting through snow, darting ahead of us, circling. Every time I struck one down, three more slid from the wreckage behind. My lungs burned. My curse howled. The entity surged inside me, aching to tear loose and devour them all. Arielle’s hand never let go of mine. Her threads blazed, weaving walls of silver light through the whiteout, slicing paths when the shadows tried to pen us in. Her power seared hot against my curse, the bond rattling with every step.

Thorn stood firm, his eyes blazing with dark energy. Shadow travel allowed him to dodge and weave, illusions creating multiple targets. The Lycans attacked, claws flashing, but Thorn's mastery of darkness rendered him nearly untouchable. Mid-battle, Thorn unleashed hellish fury: dark magic blasts shook the earth, elemental forces summoned tempests, and Lycans stumbled, disoriented.

For a moment, I was a fool to almost believe that such thing existed, reminiscing the incident three days ago, I shuddered in fright and immediately shook my head. "Calm down, what's wrong? Why is your body shaking so much?" Sebastian immediately took hasty steps towards me but I was too lost in my thoughts to understand whatever he was saying. Three minutes later, I took a deep breath in and opened my eyes which came in contact with two piercing orbs. Discerning their color was an impossible feat because those orbs seemed to be twirling with different colors in them. I noticed I was leaning on Sebastian, with his hands on my waist while still standing upright. Like I was electrocuted, I pus

“And your friend was a traitor! Why should we trust the word of a Godfrey?” ​“Because the word of a Godfrey is written in the blood of the Pact!” I shouted back, my voice vibrating with the power of the shadow. The stained glass window above us rattled in its frame. “You sit here in your silks and your marble, judging me for a heritage you tried to burn out of existence. But the shadows didn't die in that fire. They just waited. And now, they are back.” ​“You are a child playing with fire, Winifred,” Thorne said, his voice dropping to a hiss. “You do not understand the forces you are dealing with.”