Her Revenge: From Shadow To Sunlight Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath and imagined that golden thread flowing downward, touching the rebellious shadow. “You are no longer my master,” Siron whispered internally, directing the thought at the darkness. “The curse is over. You are free. Dissolve.” He felt resistance. Blind rage. Tortured memories from centuries past. But beneath it all, there was also relief. The shadow trembled violently. The cold began to recede. Siron opened his eyes to find his left hand, unconsciously, held out with his palm facing down. From his palm, a faint golden light erupted, illuminating the shadow on the floor.

Within those two years, with Ethan's help, I had undergone plastic surgery, transforming my body into perfection. The process was painful. I cried. I had wished I died instead. I loathed Ethan for making me pass through pain. I even begged him to kill me at some point. But now standing here with the red sundress on my body hugging me in all the right places, the pain was worth it. I looked like a model that men would actually kill to have. And there was only one thing left. Revenge. The bedroom door opened, and I stepped out of the bathroom in my red-bottom heels, a small smile on my face. Ethan gave me a once-over and smiled in satisfaction as he took my hand, placing a soft kiss on it.

Just as I was drifting into the first true, safe sleep I could remember, the cold whisper returned…It’s too good to be true. And outside, in the woods beyond the line, a shadow moved where no shadow should have been. A single, eye reflected under the moonlight for a second before vanishing. I was petrified, but I tried to calm myself by snuggling closer to him, as I watched his chest heave as he slept quietly. I stared at him for a couple of minutes before I fell asleep. Though the lurking shadow stuck to my mind, like a reminder that revenge was just by the corner. And that it seemed like the debt isn't over, so as everything

“My subjects are, but not me. I’m immune to it. I have my shadows to protect me from the sunlight.” Shadows. “Cord, are you saying that you got that shadow ability from a witch?” Her voice climbed up a little higher. It was only then that she thanked the heavens for the water submerging her hands for they began to shake. “That happened so many years, Amanda. When I was still hell bent on killing them, slaughtering them, one by one, in an act of revenge.” She couldn’t be so sure, but she saw a glint of evil in his eyes. Death. Hatred. Anger. Sure anger. It instantly strained her breathing. She shifted again, but alas, it was an inch away from him, not closer.

Overwhelming guilt and regret flooded my soul, their dark waters threatening to drown me in a sea of sorrow and remorse. I looked down at Reya just to remember what sacrifices I had made to get her back. This had to be worth it. It had to be. I had to tell myself this otherwise I would never forgive myself. I still may never forgive myself... That's when it hit me, they said a life for a life and I didn't get to choose. The Shadows hadn't chosen what life yet, I was sure of it. I suddenly got nervous, wondering who they might take and when. It was as if my thoughts had awakened The Shadows from their slumber, and they responded with an unnerving swiftness. An unholy cold descended upon us, s

It is she who should be angry and the one who showed anger was the other one. When the cupids were giving each other exhausted glances, an annoyed voice called, “MOM!!!” Slapping her own head remembering she got Arman late for his school, Aisha said, “I have to go too.” After planting a small peck on Arif’s cheek and doing a quick hug with Aliyah, she screamed while walking out of the mansion in hurry with holding an annoyed Arman’s hand, “BYE!!!” Sitting on the sofa nearby, Arif and Aliyah were the only people left in the home except for the workers. "Hassan has told Simran about him being part in this Revenge shit of Ali," Arif said to Aliyah who looked at him in shock.

Seeing him with the ridiculous ex-girlfriend of the man she'd been in love with, a woman she clearly considered inferior to herself in every way, as that recording had made very clear, must be like death to Suzan's ego. Yep, Logan couldn't have been more correct when he'd said they'd be bothered to see them together. And, more than that, she herself didn't expect to feel a little pleased to see those expressions on their faces. It was still far from lessening the pain caused by everything they had done, by everything she had heard, by all those horrible feelings that still haunted and overwhelmed her, making her feel like she was nothing... But there was still, yes, a bit of contentment in k

And under what circumstances she did do that, it seemed justified as she explained the reasons to him now. But, still, how could he allow her to be free after killing his best friend? And why did he return to her? Even after returning, he could’ve killed her after the first humiliation but no, he started to use her as his personal tool, his personal sleep partner, why? Was sleeping with her necessary for this revenge? Not in any way, so then why did he keep forcing himself on her? Henry’s face turned gloomy and he looked at her with complicated feelings in his eyes.

Every detail, from the curl of his tiny fingers to the sweet, milky scent of his skin, was burned into my mind. I closed my eyes, willing myself to forget, but the image only grew clearer. Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and salty, remembering his heartbeat slowing until it stopped altogether. The pain was like a physical force, squeezing the air from my lungs until I couldn't breathe. Hours passed, each one filled with the steady ache of grief and the fierce determination for revenge. Finally, I pushed myself out of bed, my movements slow and heavy as I made my way to the bathroom. I washed my face and changed my clothes and I felt as if I were underwater, the world around me muted and d