Eminance In Shadow Novels & Stories

“But power without control is nothing. Tonight, you’ll learn whether you can command the shadows—or whether they’ll consume you.” My throat tightened. “How?” He smiled, and it was not kind. With a flick of his wrist, the shadows around the cavern stirred. They thickened, rising from the walls, from the floor, from the very air, until they coalesced into a shape. Four legs. Fangs. A wolf, but twisted—its body smoke and flame, its eyes burning red. I stumbled back. “What is that?” “A shadow beast,” Lucien said casually, as though discussing the weather. “Born from your fear. Fed by your blood. Kill it, and you claim mastery over your shadows. Fail, and…” His smile sharpened. “You die.”

Zara’s magic shivered in recognition, echoing the prophecy etched in ancient runes. The emissary’s masked gaze fixed on Maxim. “Your blood oath tied you to this land. When the final shadow falls, your life will anchor or unmake it.” Maxim stiffened, but his eyes never left the emissary. “Then I’ll anchor it,” he said. “Even if it kills me.” Zara grabbed his arm. “Don’t you dare—” But before she could finish, the moon above them darkened further. The first perfect curve of shadow slid across its face, a black kiss swallowing silver.

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

This wasn't the Original's illusion. It was something else. A possibility. A real possibility. A future she could choose. Emily reached for Kael's hand. "Then let's go home." He smiled. "Together?" "Together." They began walking toward the house. But neither of them noticed the small shadow standing behind the trees. A shadow with golden eyes. A shadow watching them. A shadow that whispered: Not yet. And from somewhere inside the house... someone answered. Wait until they are happy. The shadow smiled. Because the final enemy hadn't been defeated. It had simply learned patience.

Amelia replied, stretching her legs on the couch. She lay on the couch and rested her head on my lap with a throw pillows clutched to her chest. A few minutes after she dozed off, Ellan's call came in just when I was expecting it. "Is Alpha Axel worth it?" I asked. "Yeah, he was the one I looked up to. His profile is still intact and he's an obedient servant to the Lycan King's throne," Ellan replied. "Hope he doesn't have any bad records?" I asked.

My empire in the making. It wasn’t just about laundering money. No, I wanted more. I wanted an empire that pulsed with debt, with chains, with power disguised as pleasure. Desperate people were the easiest to control. Especially the guilty ones. The sinners. The weak. That was where Tony Russo came in. Sweet, pathetic Tony. A manager who once barked at dancers and begged for tips now wagged his tail for me the moment I waved money under his nose. He’d agreed eagerly, greedily, when I offered him more than he’d ever dreamed. Now he was mine.

“All right, Ema. You have one more opportunity. It is time to bring the girl to me or else pay for your incapacity to do what you are instructed." Ema nodded excitedly. "Yes, master, I won’t let you down again." As the man with the hood retreated into the woods, Ema rose, with terrible purpose in her eyes and a cruel smirk on her lips. Soon, she would have her revenge—her sweet, sweet revenge on Amelia, on Bruce, and the entire Shadow Moon pack. And when she did, she would at least assume that authority that was rightfully hers; it was properly arranged before she was born that she would be an authority.

Chase was worried about her, she had been using too much strength and energy lately that it was draining her. ‘’Shadows are gifts gifted to the royal children born on a full moon. You are a blessed child, a child of the goddess. Emandra gifted you them for support and to help. Shadows are meant to grant you a request in demand for something in exchange for it, it can be blood or a life for a life.’’ ‘’The greater the request the stepper the price’’ emandra added. It had been the first rule the shadows had told her on their very first meeting.

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

Nikolai gave a short laugh and allowed my turn, "I don't think he meant it like that. Family's just a term used by the mafia. We don't all have to be blood related to be in a certain family." "Ohh, we'll that's interesting to note. I feel so educated now." Making a double shot, I squealed contented. After his shot, I set myself back in place to take my turn when suddenly a velvet voice laced through my ears. "Your posture is perfectly horrible Miss Grey." Turning around, I noticed Sinister dangerously close to me. "Well, no one asked you." I Rolled my eyes, annoyed that he came over to make fun of my disgracing state.