Heartless Shadow Novels & Stories

The black, spider-webbing veins of his curse were still there, but they were faint, like a fading bruise. "The Shadow-Heart is a conduit," he began, his voice low. "It was designed to store the essence of the first Vane. When you touched it, you opened a bridge. For a few minutes, our souls were essentially plugged into the same socket." He looked up at me, a dark intensity in his gaze. "Your magic didn't cure me, Elara. It neutralized me. You acted as a ground for the rot." "So... it’s temporary?" I felt a sting of disappointment I hadn't expected.

Seraphina could feel the corruption pulsing beneath her skin, responding to the darkness around her. It's here, she thought, her heart racing. The Heart of Shadow. It's close. They rounded a corner, and she saw it. The Heart of Shadow was a massive crystal, black as obsidian, pulsing with dark energy. It hovered in the center of the chamber, suspended by chains of shadow that seemed to reach into the depths of the earth. "This is it," she breathed. "This is where it all comes from." Dane stepped forward, his eyes fixed on the crystal. "How do we destroy it?"

The water appeared cleaner somehow, its blackness transformed to merely deep blue, its perfect reflection now allowing normal ripples as he walked across its surface toward shore. Serena waited where he had left her, her violet eyes widening slightly as she beheld his latest transformation. The bone framework within his shadow-substance now glowed faintly with multi-coloured light that shifted in patterns reminiscent of choral harmonies. "Another trial completed," she observed dryly. "You collect them like a noble collects titles. What spiritual property have you incorporated this time?" "Perspective transcending mortal limitations," the Shadow Knight replied, his harmonic voice now carrying

The Null Void. "Wait!" Bryan called out. Shadowalker paused at the threshold. "Tell him..." Bryan swallowed. "Tell him I'll give him whatever he wants if he saves her." Shadowalker shook his head. "Your soul isn't mine to bargain, Bryan. Only my own." He stepped through. The void swallowed him, and the tear in reality sealed shut, leaving behind only the steady, slowing beep of Amy's heart. The Null Void wasn't empty.

I'll make it right, I swear. Though I was awake, my body refused to obey me. I could only watch, tears streaming, as their breaths grew ragged. Shane, lost in his own world, kept murmuring my name. "Lily, my Lily..." A sickening rage boiled inside me, but I was powerless to even shout at them to leave. Time lost all meaning until, at last, the storm passed. Shane, ruthless as ever, zipped up his pants and dismissed her with a frosty glare.

They only wrapped my foot up in some old rags and called it a day. That kind of pain had stuck with me, but they seemed to have forgotten all about it. I looked up, meeting the eyes of the crowd. "The person in those photos had all ten toes. It was clearly not me." Nelson backed me up, saying, "Jennifer had a tattoo with my name on her lower back when we were together. She was scared it'd give her away, and told me to keep those photos hidden. "I still have some shots of that tattoo, and it's proof that it's Jennifer in those pictures.

“I hate feeling concerned about Braxton’s situation. He did this to himself. If only he didn’t defy me, this wouldn’t happen.” Shadow tilts his head, a silent gesture urging me to continue. "He's the CEO of Mystic Shadow Enterprises and the future Main Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack, but his love for that human-turned werewolf girl and their fatally-ill son... they're devouring him from within. He's lost the edge that made our line so formidable." Shadow’s eyes narrow, a glimmer of understanding in their depths.

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

"Says the shoot now ask later girl." "Shadow Men are different. I'd never hurt one of us that way. Not with so few of us left." "We're all the same underneath, they're just not in control anymore." "If Shadow Men were the same as us, their souls would stay with them," I said, staring out the window again, "and Lillith wouldn't have to listen to them begging for help every time she took her ring off." "So you're saying that if Lillith or your brother were taken, finding them would be a waste of time."

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.