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More primitive. She heard whispers, and slithering and voices and murmurs. Intruder, with venom, with infinite malice. And there it is… “Intruder.” She heard it, finally. And she looked at Calleb and Accashia and screamed. “The Shadows are here!” Luntian ransacked her satchel and tossed the black blade towards Accashia. The young lady and Calleb prepared themselves for this fight. And they heard it. Voices laced with curses and intent to kill, indeed.

I asked again. He stopped sipping coffee and looked at me. “You’re making me worried, Ethan. What exactly happened between you and Izobel? Did you two break up? You seemed to be in shock?” “Nolan, have you ever heard of The Lightning Shadow Pack? The Sky Guardians?” I asked again, looking blankly into space. In between us, while I trained more in the use of weapons, Nolan spent time in the library, reading and investigating about the council.

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."

“Yes… but the work doesn’t end here. One betrayal uncovered doesn’t mean there aren’t others watching, waiting, testing boundaries. The shadows never truly disappear.” The palace seemed to shift slightly around them, the air humming softly with approval of the Omega who had not only survived war but now commanded respect, authority, and vigilance in equal measure. Selene’s pulse thrummed faintly, permanent, subtle, a reminder to all in the room: she was the line no darkness could cross. And as she held Camille close, feeling the small warmth of life against her chest, she understood something vital: the battles had not ended. They had evolved. The threats were quieter, subtler, hidden in whi

Chapter 1 I Tampered With My Rival’s Costume Because I Wanted To See Her Break The bass throbs through the walls of Eclipse like a second heartbeat as I stand backstage, adjusting the black silk veil that covers everything except my eyes and forehead. This veil is my signature. My armor. No one knows what I really look like. They only know “Shadow” — the mysterious dancer who makes men empty their wallets and beg for more. I make more money than almost every girl here.

Or the video goes live. Mia had seen the podcast drop: *Babe, that Shadow Marketing episode is FIRE. Who ARE you? Call me tomorrow. I need details.* And Alex: *My office first thing. We finish what we started.* Bridget stared at the ceiling, her pulse racing between pure terror and pure need. The rain had started again, soft against the tall windows, but the real storm was already inside the house. The shadow wasn’t just in the office anymore. It had followed her home, and it was starting to feel like home.

Goosebumps prickled my skin as I watched the flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows on the walls. Before we could fully comprehend the situation, a figure emerged from the shadows—a cloaked figure with piercing eyes that seemed to hold the weight of ancient secrets. The intruder's voice echoed through the room, sending shivers down my spine. "I am the Harbinger of Shadows," the figure declared, their voice laced with both authority and a touch of malevolence. "Your victory over the Shadow Lord was but the beginning. A new darkness is rising, and you shall play a crucial role in the battle to come."

Unfortunately, he was putting on clothing, just like a mask which couldn't reveal his face. " Yes, I did," he said, not scared or bothered as he pulled my hands away from him. “They are called The Shadows, they are everywhere, they watch every one of us, they can help you,” his voice firm. “How can I meet them?” I asked, staring at him as my voice was laced with curiosity.

He simply couldn't think of anyone in the martial underworld who possessed such monstrous power. Damian clasped his hands behind his back once more, his expression cold and arrogant. "I'm the successor of the Shadow Sanctum. You may call me Lord Shadow." Lord Shadow? Boaz's eyelids were twitching. It was clear that the man wouldn't be revealing his true identity. "Fine. Lord Shadow, was it? I dare you to take another punch from me. If you manage to withstand it, I'll let you do whatever you want to Mr. Young Junior."