Enshrouded Novels & Stories

“The mists refuse our sight. The bond between our quarry frays and reforms in ways no mortal link should. Tell me—what do you see?” Varuun’s ruined eyes opened. The sockets glowed faintly with inner fire. He tilted his head, listening to the air itself. “Something veils them. Not darkness, but light buried too deep to see. It devours name and shape alike.” Selene frowned. “A shroud?” “No,” he said softly. “A wound in the world. Something that remembers what the gods forgot.” Selene’s hand tightened around her staff. “Then we will use what even gods feared to look upon.”

The holographic face in the sky—the "Shadow Heir"—wasn't just an image; it was a weight. Under its flickering violet-and-blue gaze, the Oregon mist felt like a heavy shroud. My skin crawled where the scars on my wrist pulsed with that rhythmic, accusatory red light.

NOTE: KEEP THE SLIDING PAPER ON THE PAGE. Logan’s brows furrowed and he flipped the next page. More entries and detailed experiences coated the paper and more popped up as she had flipped through the pages. Terra scrunched her eyebrows in concentration as she reached the final page. Covering the next page, a pocket slid up and down the design to keep anyone from seeing it all in one glance. Terra was using this pattern to put people in a coma.

He nodded. They walked to the beach. It was almost midnight, and the moon shone brightly that night. It was cold. Sanvika wrapped her hand around herself. Vivaan regretted that he did not have a jacket to lend her. He looked overly nervous. He has felt nervous around the girls he liked. He did not know one day he will feel like this around Sanvika. His Vicky.

"Huh? Why? Maybe someone will see you there? Or shall I say, maybe Regor's staff is watching over you. You know him. Even if he's hiding, he's mobilizing a staff." "I'm fine. No one can see me. I'm good at hiding my own personality. I won't go in there when there's something suspicious." "What are you going to do there? You've been abandoned for a long time. There's been a lot of dust and debris there. Then there's no trace of your yesterday left there." She was suddenly sadden. "I need to know something. I know in myself that there are things I have forgotten from my past." "Amore, don't leave. You'd better come here and you can just disguise as Mariposa."

“This is all yours to have and to control.” The door to his side opened and as he stepped out of the car, he was immediately assaulted with the flashes of blinding lights and protruding microphones, the reporters screamed out their questions and tried to break through the human barrier made up of the body guards, holding the people back. Chester walked fast and kept his head low, the dark shades he had on and the nose mask he wore covered most of his face, his deep dark hair, gelled to the back in a sleek fashion greatly complemented his looks, now, he was totally different from the Chester who ran the coffee shop. Now, he was Chester Hunt, the reclusive billionaire and heir to the Skyline b

Briana asked. "On my neck. It has your initials" says David as he pulls down his turtle neck sweater to show Briana the necklace he had been hiding, which was meant as a surprise. "No matter how far apart we are from each other, we'll always be closer to each other, forever" says David. Briana hugs him so tight with teary eyes.

"When the world seems daunting and shadows loom large, know that here you are shielded, here you are invulnerable." Nestled within the embrace of nature's beauty, this sanctuary seemed to exist beyond the boundaries of time itself. Tall trees, their verdant branches reaching toward the heavens, stood as stoic guardians, their rustling leaves murmuring secrets to the wind. A tranquil river meandered nearby, its soothing song a constant companion to my thoughts. The sun's golden rays, filtered through the lush canopy, created a dance of light and shadows that painted the ground with shifting patterns, a metaphor for life's ebb and flow.

There was no magic he could not penetrate, no hidden spell he could not unravel. ******* Nestled deep within the shadows of a dense, ancient forest lay a chilling sanctuary hidden from mortal eyes. The entrance, shrouded by creeping ivy and moss-covered stones, led into a vast chamber with vaulted ceilings, adorned with eerie, flickering torches casting dancing shadows on the damp, stone walls. The air was thick with the scent of must and decay, punctuated by the metallic tang of fresh blood.

A distant rustle in the underbrush caught our attention, and we tensed, our eyes scanning the shadows. The mystic energy in the clearing seemed to respond, the air pulsating with a subtle tension. In that moment, as the shadows clung to the ancient trees, a figure emerged from the depths of the woods — a cloaked silhouette that materialized from the very essence of the forest. The air seemed to thicken with an otherworldly tension as the mysterious presence advanced.