Fallen Shadow Vtuber Novels & Stories

Zara’s Pov The girl in the mirror didn’t look like someone who had eleven days to save her enrollment. She looked like trouble. Red lips. Smoky eyes. A body poured into scraps of black lace that left very little to imagination. I held her gaze for a moment and felt the familiar pull of that quiet vertigo of looking at yourself and not quite recognizing what looks back. Eleven days, I reminded myself. Don’t think past that. I set the mascara down.

Blades at first. Then fists. Then fire. I bled. She laughed. I fell. She moved to strike the final blow— But I reached inside her mind. Inside the link. And I whispered, “You’re not real.” She froze. “I am,” she said. “You were built from me,” I whispered. “But you never lived. Never loved. That makes you a shadow.” And I overloaded the sync. Her scream shook the earth. Then she dropped. Silent. Ash in the wind.

His face blurred and sharpened. “Kairos,” I whispered, “I think… I think he is trying to pull me out of my body.” His grip tightened. “Over my dead body.” The last word had barely left him when the shadows surged. They took shape. Not a full body. Not a creature. Just a tall, thin outline. A figure made of darkness. Head tilted. Arm stretched toward me. The Ravager was reaching through the Thread. Rowan threw a blade at the shadow. It passed straight through and landed in the snow.

Ivy By noon the next day, the video was everywhere. The retreat’s social media team had apparently received Lake’s submission—his final project, the one he’d been mysteriously working on late into the night—and after what must’ve been very intense deliberation, they decided to post it on all their platforms. The caption read: “Sometimes, the best love stories begin with a lie. Watch how this couple turned fake into fate. #TillAutumnDoUsPart.” It was a quiet Thursday. No one expected the storm that followed.

And then she walks in, soft and pathetic and weak, and the goddess lifts her up? A mistake. It had to be a mistake. I paced the length of our private quarters, my fingers tearing through my hair as the crowd outside roared her new title. Shadow Luna. Shadow Luna. Shadow Luna. Every chant stabbed me like a knife. I spun toward my father. “This is impossible. She died. I watched her die.” He said nothing. Just sat there with his jaw clenched, his eyes dark, studying me with that judge me or kill me stare he always used when he thought I might embarrass him.

The Gamma sensed that the Ultima was looking rather amused with the whole thing before Sebastian asked them to have the room for themselves. “Well, Arthur, meet your brother. I should have told you before we stepped in here but the facial expression on your face was priceless and I cannot feel guilty for not telling you. If anything, I was glad that I withheld that information,” Sebastian said before the Ultima chuckling slowly. Arthur glared at him. “I am glad that we provide some entertainment for you then,” Arthur said before someone walked into the room. It was Damien Laskaris, the fourth-strongest of Shadow Pack but he refused to be a warrior.

— Mehak Gupta *plays zero 'o clock in the bg* Whenever someone talked about his kindred spirits, Vantae would respond with a snicker. The only pair of soulmates he believed to exist was his hyungs. Though a part of him believed and craved for the Winged girl in his dreams to be true, the other part of him tried to convince him that it's just his fickle imagination. He wasn't sure if he's even breathing or not. He must have been because the moment her greenish eyes turned to look into his, he felt suffocated. Not in a bad way, of course. You know, in a way that knocks the breath out of your lungs. He must have been starring because he felt Jamie pat his shoulder.

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each

With Sasha's revelation, people came to know that the star wing spiker was actually a student of creative english and equally excelled at poetry. Some fans began speculating on how their strict faced idol looked like composing poetry. The official fansites have also began posting the news, spreading it like wildfire. Kovit's popularity skyrocketed and fanfics began pouring out like flood. The Amaryllis team quickly breezed past the matches and eventually reached the finals at the end of the second week—February's beginning. The finals was against another top team, Taezar University, that had two amazing player like Kovit. The day of finals came with Ken unable to sleep a wink. They had won t