Heartless Shadow Novels & Stories

I go cold, a wave of terror rolling through me, and the pressure in my chest tightens. “Did you think you could escape? Everything has a price… even this love.” Shadow steps in front of me, shielding me from whatever’s about to come—though we both know there’s no shielding us from something this powerful. His stance is defiant, but his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—are hollow, as if he's already seen the inevitable. “What do you want from us?” he demands, his voice echoing strong, a challenge. But there’s something in his tone I can’t read. Something that tells me he knows more than he’s let on.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her?

She knew the images were from the night of the welcome party where she saw Sara and Aaden together. Her heart hurt seeing the person she loved so much in the arms of another woman. Her mind raced as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. She couldn't believe that her husband had betrayed her in such a manner. Her heart pounding in her chest, Crystal took a step forward, her eyes still fixed on the screen. She stood there in shock, unable to move or speak. Her mind raced with questions and doubts, and her heart felt like it had been ripped apart. She couldn't believe what she had just seen. The images burned into her mind, causing her chest to tighten and her eyes to fill with tears,

How could I forget he won me to make my life a living hell? He’ll do whatever he feels like to do with my body. He’ll burn me with his slow flaming torture for the rest of my life and he doesn’t care about my pain, the pain which gives him satisfying pleasure. He will be more pleased watching me break with every breath I take in pain. And there is no one for me to save me from his torture which he always calls it as his love. And what would you name it? Maybe, ‘His Heartless Love'. “Too late, Angel.” His voice was heavy with cruel determination as the leather crop sliced through the thick silence and licked across my flushed flesh.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

He flooded the Shadow with the Physical Sensation of Exhaustion. The Shadow shrieked. It wasn't built for physical pain. It was built for the abstract. The feeling of muscle fatigue, of lungs burning for air, of a heart beating against its ribs—it was a virus to the Billionaire’s "Symmetry." The Choice of the Heart The Shadow fell back, its suit beginning to fray into digital static. The blue-white light turned a muddy, bruised grey. "You're... destroying... us..." the Shadow stuttered. "No," Leo said, standing over his former self. He didn't raise the wrench. He dropped it. "I’m completing us."

“Then you must see him.” The temple cracked like glass. When Selene blinked, she stood in darkness again—colder, deeper. A figure emerged ahead, tall and cloaked, eyes like distant stars. Lucien. His voice filled the space, low and resonant. “You have her courage… and my stubbornness.” Selene lowered her head in respect. “Your echo said to find the Heart of Shadow. I think it’s beyond this valley.” Lucien nodded slowly. “It is. But it is not a thing. It is a choice.”

Veyra’s skin glowed like polished steel. They were ready. And then he came. The Shadow. A figure in a black hoodie, standing at the edge of the circle, he stood there like a ghost. Morwen turned. “You’re late.” The Shadow didn’t move. Then he spoke. “I’m done.” My heart jumped immediately. That voice. It was familiar, very familiar but a bit too deep and Twisted. “I’ve played my part,” the Shadow said. “Dropped notes. Stole hair. fed you with all the information you needed and even threatened her.But she’s not breaking at all. Instead she’s hardening. And I’m tired of pretending to hate her.”

"Yes, and they're all interconnected, bound by the same energy. The Heart... It's the key to them all." Suddenly, a shadowy realm came into view. Twisted, barren landscapes stretched out, shrouded in a perpetual dusk. Eerie green fires illuminated figures that moved with a predatory grace, their eyes fixed on a vision of the Heart. "That realm... it feels... wrong," Alec murmured, his voice tinged with unease. Lysandra's voice pierced through the visions, grounding us. "That is the Shadowlands, a realm that was once vibrant but was consumed by its own greed and ambition. Its inhabitants have been searching for a way to restore their land, and they believe the Heart to be the solution."