Enshrouded Novels & Stories

The leaves were rustling as if the wind had passed through them. However, when one looked closely at the dark, forbidden forest that the tight community of Paphos, Cyprus had to forbid their children and citizens there, one would find that something was moving through the leaves, not the wind itself. The shadow lurked in the shrubbery, trying to stay hidden from its pursuers, laying low on the ground as its blue eyes were looking at the people—bad, dirty humans—who were trying to catch it beforehand.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

The three girls turned to look at Aria, their expressions hidden behind their masks. "Yes. Fifty fifty is too low," she said. Odogwu eyed her, probably about to remind her she was just a replacement. "Oga?" One of the servers ran towards them. "What?" "Those guys, the ones buying the casket. They are requesting for four private rooms for the show they paid for."

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

ZAHIR As I rode through the dense forest under the cloak of night, the moon's ethereal glow guiding my path, a sense of both anticipation and urgency pulsed within me. The imminent threat of the plague that loomed over my kingdom demanded a swift resolution, and I sought the aid of the legendary sorceress who dwelled deep within these woods. The towering trees stood like ancient sentinels, their branches reaching towards the starlit sky, casting intricate patterns of shadows upon the forest floor. The air was thick with an otherworldly energy, as though the very essence of magic danced within the darkness.

The very air seemed to shimmer with anticipation. Clara watched, breathless, as the mystical energy around them intensified. Visions flicker before her eyes, fragments of Eskaal's life and journey. The supreme witch’s gaze became intense. “I see... a path shrouded in darkness, a journey fraught with trials. Eskaal's fate is uncertain, and his presence is hidden from my sight.”

It exuded an aura of dread and malevolence, as if it were a living entity feeding on the fears of those who dared to gaze upon it. The fabric of the cloak appeared to ripple and shift, like shadows playing upon the surface of water. It possessed an uncanny depth, absorbing the feeble light that trickled into the dungeon from a mystical well adorned with the white glow of the moon. The cloak's darkness seemed to drink in the luminescence, creating an eerie contrast that heightened the sense of unease.

She looks down onto her lap hiding her pink-tinted cheeks from me and I almost chuckle "Shadow" she whispers as she stands up "Yes," I look at her every movement. She stands up and walks over to the door locking it. My eyebrows furrow in confusion "Sweetheart what are y-" cutting myself off. The sight in front of me has me on my knees praying to God to forgive me for my sins and to think I'm not a religious man Amari took her robe off leaving herself to be bare in front of me in just a sexy two-piece lingerie. The lace barely hides anything from one's imagination

The illusions converged, concealing the truth in a veil of mystery. As the trio prepared to confront the ultimate revelation, the mirage of the oasis quivered, and a cryptic force unfurled in the air. A cliffhanger hung in the balance, the true test awaiting them, obscured by the sands of time and the guardian's haunting whispers.

What if we stumbled upon more of them lurking in the shadows? No, we certainly would stumble upon more, but what if we ran into them while being none the wiser? The uncertainty gnawed at me, a relentless tide of dread threatening to overwhelm me at every turn. As we moved stealthily through the forest, every fiber of my being screamed with the need for caution. The corrupted could be lurking around any corner, their twisted forms concealed by the darkness that surrounded us. With each passing moment, the tension in the air grew thicker, a suffocating weight that seemed to press down upon us from all sides.