Heartless Shadow Novels & Stories

Alex noticed a strange shadow movement in the corner of the room, but once again decided not to tell Liam, fearing it would only increase Liam's fear. "Let's check this room out," Alex said in a controlled voice. They both moved to the corner of the room, but suddenly Liam's torchlight went out completely this time and instantly the atmosphere became pitch black. Faintly but surely they both heard the sound of creaking footsteps on the floor. But it wasn't their footsteps, for it sounded as if many feet were approaching.

The reason my heart beats, the reason I can breathe, the only thing that keeps the darkness from swallowing me whole. The only force strong enough to keep me from becoming the monster the world has made me.

"Ah, so you've made it this far. How impressive." The Shadow Lord emerged from the shadows, his form shifting and contorting with darkness. A malevolent smile twisted his features as he stared at them with cold, calculating eyes. "But you were fools to think you could succeed where others have failed. The Celestial Heart belongs to me!" Amelia tightened her grip on her sword, her heart filled with determination and defiance. "We will never let you lay your hands on this artifact. The realms will not fall to your darkness." The Shadow Lord let out a chilling laugh, sending shivers down Amelia's spine. "Oh, my dear. Do you really believe I came alone? You see, I have made allies who share my v

But when the angel of death herself was standing in front of him, he could feel goosebumps covering every expanse of his skin. "The young master may be kind enough to let you go but I am not a good person like him." Shadow gritted her teeth, as she forcefully let go of his chin. "I am the heartless assassin who doesn't think twice before blowing off her target's head." Leaning back, she rolled her eyes before cracking her neck. "Since you are going to die, how about I give you the shock of your life?" Like deer caught in headlights, Thomas stared at Shadow cluelessly. Sniggering, Shadow's finger's travelled to the back of her head. With a pull, she untied the knot, pulling her mask off.

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

Zen spoke smoothly, leaning closer to her face but it made her frown. “No, you cannot. You can use shadows.” She replied, knowing what his powers are and he cannot overcome her mind by twist words but he was not going to back away either. “Who told you because I don’t. Shadows of the heart? I do. They are hauntingly beautiful, they dwell in the places you don’t know yourself.” He whispered. Tilting his head to get a clearer glimpse of her face, leaning dangerously closer to her but her heart simply thumped, blushing faintly by the proximity.

Elena looked at both of them. The connection had brought them together again. “The Witness says we need to remember the first promise.” Aria frowned. “Our mother.” Elena nodded. “Never let anyone convince us we're alone.” Adrian looked toward the Heart. “And the Shadow wants us separated.” “Yes.” “Then maybe that's how we beat it.” Elena understood. “The Shadow feeds on fear.” Aria nodded. “It isolates people.” “Then we do the opposite.” The three walked toward the Heart. The black substance moved toward them.

The howling wind outside added a disturbing atmosphere to her exploration. Nicholas pushed the door open with the butt of his gun, revealing a room covered in shadows. His heart pounded in his ears as he stepped inside. The room was deserted, save for a desk bathed in the dim light coming in through the dusty window. On the table lay a journal, its pages aged by time. Nicholas hesitated for a moment, then reached for it, flipping through its fragile pages. The writing within spoke of despair, of a man haunted by his past, wrestling with regret and guilt. Amidst the scribbles, there was one that stood out:

she shouted, leading the pack toward the light. The pack emerged from the darkness into a massive clearing, where the ground pulsed with an unnatural energy. At the centre of the clearing stood a massive, gnarled tree, its blackened branches stretching toward the sky like claws. The air around it shimmered with the same dark energy that had emanated from the shadow. “That’s it,” Lyla said, her voice trembling. “The heart of the shadow.” Before they could move closer, a deep, guttural voice echoed through the clearing. “You dare come here?”