He Loved Me In Her Shadow Novels & Stories

I take a step towards her. “You mean so much to me. You are a gift to me, because in my whole life, you’re the only thing that makes me the happiest. The shadow god… I am an abomination. The other gods have been trying to kill me since before I was born. I have never had anything in my life that made me happy, never even had a childhood and upbringing like other kids or the other gods, so finding you was the best thing that could ever happen to me. you are so precious to me. I will do anything to keep you safe, but at the same time, I need you to rise to your full potential. I can’t do that if I hide you in a cocoon all your life. I can’t do that if I’m always protecting you and sheltering y

“I’ll be back soon. Just... get some rest.” Her disappointed silence followed me out the door, cutting deeper than any words could. --- The night air was cold and damp as I made my way to the pickup spot. The streets were quieter than usual, the occasional car passing by, headlights cutting through the darkness. My boots clicked against the pavement, the sound unnervingly loud in the stillness. 7th and Dock was an old, rundown area near the harbor, the kind of place you didn’t go unless you had a reason. As I approached the corner, I spotted the man leaning against a lamppost, his face obscured by the shadows.

Then she stopped. Through the quiet rustling, I thought I heard her calling my name. “Mariah, where are you? I’m so scared...” My mom had always been afraid of the dark. I grew up in a single-parent household so to support me, my mom often worked late into the night. I always waited for her at the end of a long alley, eager to escort her home. By holding my hand, she always found the courage to step into the darkness. She also suffered from claustrophobia.

he tells me. I look at him in disbelief. We both know that I can suggest that, but she won't agree. "She loves you too now, doesn't she?" he asks me before smacking his hand on a nearby table. "Do you know what you're actually doing? You are selling away your family for the sake of someone else! This is betrayal of the highest form," he says, looking at me. "I expected a lot more from you. You can't have contact with her; it's going to make you soft." "I don't have any cause with destroying the Shadow Fang," I tell him defiantly. But he retorts sharply, "But you have problems destroying it with her in it. And destroying her. She's part of the Shadow Fang."

Nerves jangled as he sat in the taxi. His proximity to her was driving him insane with the need to touch her, to hold her and never let go. Yet the more rational part of him still overrode his needs, constantly reminding him he was dangerous, his darker side just seconds from being free at any point. Even so he could feel the darkness had abated, retreated farther back into his psyche and a hope sprung up in him. Might it be because of her? He wondered as lights flashed into his eyes. Could it be that being near her forces the darkness back?

“It is going to be better now that you are here. I heard you did great at university. The Pack is so excited to have you back.” I nodded, even though I was not sure how to feel about it. Of course, I did great at university. I had to. There was no room for weakness at Med School. It was me and my dream against the world. Before I could respond, a hush fell over the small crowd that had gathered. My heart dropped as I turned to see him. Asher Darkheart. The Alpha of the Blood Crescent Pack. The man I had loved for as long as I could remember. The man who had broken my heart.

Unyielding. “Once you step into my world, there’s no walking out halfway.” She shivered. Because as much as she hated to admit it, he wasn’t wrong. She’d already stepped in. A shadow passed over her. “You’re outside,” his voice said from behind. Amara turned sharply. Damian stood near the entrance, phone in hand, sleeves rolled up, sunlight catching in his hair. He looked every bit the man she had once thought untouchable - the kind of power you didn’t question, you just adapted to.

Adrian stood in a meadow, sunlight pouring through a pale sky. His mother was there, standing at a distance in her familiar white gown, her smile the same as when she used to tuck him in at night. “Adrian,” she called softly, her voice a balm. “You’ve grown into everything I hoped for. I’m proud of you.” He took a step forward, heart leaping. “Mom—don’t go, please—” But the sunlight dimmed. The air thickened. Dark clouds rolled across the meadow, swallowing the light. His mother’s figure began to blur, fading like mist until only her gown remained—dropped on the grass, soaked red with blood.

"How did you know?" He remembered that night vividly. She had been angry at him. He had botched a mission and still ran through the pouring rain across Wendover just to buy her favorite cupcake. That night, she had looked at him and said, "It's not that I'm easy to please. It's just… I still love you. But if the day comes when I stop loving you, even putting a gun to your head won't make a difference." Leo pulled out the cupcake from the insulated bag, and she took it without a word.

She started putting on her own clothes. "I promise to see you soon." I squeezed her hand in mine. She came closer to me and kissed my lips softly. Her touch against my body made me want to undress her and go another round but I couldn't, not with the watchful eyes of shadow on us. She turned around and left. "So shall we?" Shadow asked. "Do you mind enlightening me on how you two met?" I asked as we started down the road. "Just like you and me." He smiled. "I am a shadow alpha, a shadow that goes wherever it pleases."