Faded Shadow Novels & Stories

Those simple sentences kept echoing in Emmett's mind. All at once, it felt like he had been cursed. Those words echoed in his mind so much that a sharp pain spread across his forehead. The immense pain left him devoid of any strength. With a loud thud, his phone fell and slammed onto the table. Unfortunately, Emmett had tied the candlesticks with thin threads to ensure an even distance between each. One candlestick fell, pulling on the threads and causing the others to fall over, too. Hot flames spread onto the dead leaves and feathers on the ground. It then traveled toward the wooden dominoes.

It was not just my hand that was aching—there was a sadness in my heart I just could not seem to shake off either. Thorne used to be the first to hold my hand whenever I felt bad, but now, he was only worried about someone else. I tried really hard to keep my eyes wide open to stop the tears that wanted to come out. I was a princess. I was not supposed to cry. When I did not say anything back, Isolde, who was still in Thorne's arms, kept repeating how sorry she was. "I'm so awful! I don't deserve to be forgiven, but please, Princess, just this once, let it go!"

“I wish it could all go away. I wish I could wake up and forget what happened. Everything was perfect. Our life together was just beginning and there was so much hope. Now, all that’s left is despair and suffering. War and death.” Bash pulled her onto his lap and squeezed her. “I’m sorry, love. The reality of our existence isn’t always pleasant, and it’s getting harder. That was my hesitation to bring you into my world. But now it’s too late, you’ve faced the hard truth. I can make you forget what happened if you so choose.” “What? How?” Gaia sniffled as she looked up at Bash. “Do you remember how I could get past the bouncers in the VIP section of the club?”

the shadow responded calmly. The shadow then detailed the plan to the daemon, who seemed quite satisfied with the decision. However, the daemon still warned, "Remember, if this mission fails too, I won’t give you another chance. You know what will happen then." "I understand," the shadow replied. With that, the daemon’s form slowly faded until it finally disappeared. Once it was gone, the shadow let out a sigh of relief. The daemon’s presence had exerted an overwhelming pressure on him, making it difficult even to breathe. But now, everything felt normal again.

Samantha still couldn’t forgive the old geezer—now deceased—who had limped the old Alpha, Caleb’s father. If there was a second chance, Samantha wished that she was the one who had harmed Hank Kasun. She wanted to throttle him herself. This was because he instigated the Great War that had dwindled the members of Shadow Pack. There was another movement again in the dark shrubbery to her right. Samantha was looking around, trying to figure out what animals lay behind it for she could not see right through the shrubbery. The sun had gone down over the horizon hence the dim lights were limiting her acute sight.

He asked sadly, Jacklyn made up a light smiling face, "I'm sorry Ty, My mind had to wander somewhere else." She explained. "What were you saying?" She asked him with an apologetic smile. Tyrone sighed, This is the first time in ages someone had ignored him and surprisingly, He finds it funny. "Never mind." He said feigning a sad expression as he continued to drive, Jacklyn reached for his arms, "I'm sorry please." She pouted like a puppy that's pleading for something.

My chest heaved with the effort, heart hammering like war drums. "You don't get him. You don't get her. You don't get me." The fire burst out, ripping through the shadow's teeth, its arms, its whole body. Darkness tore apart into pieces, raining down like ash. For a second, everything went still. The water froze. The air held its breath. The shadow collapsed back, pulling itself together in tatters. Thinner and weaker now, but not gone. It slithered toward the pool, melting into the black water. The surface swallowed it whole.

She gently traced my tombstone and whispered, "You are the starlight that vanished from my sky." Finally, my soul began to fade. Thank you, my sister.

“But boss, does this mean that If this works out, I I’ll finally be promoted from my chauffeur duties? No more of these ‘executioner’ roles?” I allowed a slow, cold smile to spread across my lips. “If we succeed Caleb, you’ll be elevated from ‘The Shadow’ to ‘The Keeper of the Seal.’ It’s a prestigious role with substantial influence within The Shepherd’s Keep.” A flash of hope crossed his face, quickly masked by a hardened resolve “And Vanessa? What’s next for her though?” I leaned back, the leather creaking under my weight. “Vanessa’s role was always meant to be temporary. Her job was to catalyze Adrian’s downfall. Once our goals are achieved, her future will be reassessed. For now, she ha