I Need More Power Shadow Novels & Stories

I whisper out "Goodnight Amari," he says and he walks out of my room leaving me with a lot of questions Shadow POV: Leaving her room I close the door, walking 5 feet away I lean against the wall and I sigh I honestly can't and I won't be able to be the person Amari wants me to be. I’m a monster and I even look the part The only kind of love I can give her is the one that benefits me And right now I know she doesn't need that.....especially from me

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

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad! That poison could take down a werewolf, eating away at every vein and nerve, making them weaker and weaker until... It was the worst way I could think of to go. Things happened so fast. They aimed for my weak spots, and no matter how hard I had trained in the past, I could not take on so many opponents at once. "Thorne!" I yelled, my voice almost breaking. He whipped his head around and started to come over, but Isolde clung to him.

The waves of evil I was feeling from it was shocking but I kept my mouth shut. Never have I seen or heard of this. A shadow independent of anything and anybody, which can talk and… “I transcend more than just tied to a being. I became a shadow and much more. You can have untold power through me…” “What do you want?” I asked, cutting his speech short. The shadow chuckle sounded in my head. “You have a lot of Nerve to cut me short while I am talking. Don’t try it next time.”

Alex considered the shortcomings Shelly had identified. However, there was nothing that could be done. The more people there were, the more difficult it was to merge and unify, and his modified Ksitigarbha's Ten Wheels Earth Incantation had made them lose as little power as possible. Killing a sect leader-level Shadowman would not have been possible otherwise. "I can't think of anything right now." Shelly shook her head.

she said to me. In the hallway, she explained what I'd been dreading to hear. "The blood binding ritual drained more power than expected. My coven's ability to maintain the Shadowshield has been compromised." Her silver hair caught the morning light streaming through the windows. "We need additional magical support, or the barriers will fall within hours." "What kind of additional support?" "More magical debt. A deeper alliance that grants us permanent access to your abilities." Her dark eyes held secrets I wasn't sure I wanted to know. "Or we find alternative power sources."

“I do not want any of you dead. Just stop fighting over me like animals.” I wiped blood from my lip and grinned through the pain. She had fire. That was exactly why the Shadow Clan wanted her. Her power could cloak armies or tear through enemies with a thought. I rose slowly, letting shadows curl around my arms like living smoke. “Little witch,” I called out as I advanced. “You belong with those who understand your darkness. Not with wolves who only see you as a mate to breed or a weapon to wield. Come with me and I will show you real power.”

"But know this - I will not dim my light, contain my power, or limit my growth for anyone's comfort. The Shadow Lords are counting on us to remain divided, weakened by our own fears and restrictions. I refuse to give them that satisfaction." As if in response to my declaration, my power surged to new heights. The very fabric of reality rippled around us as I accessed abilities I hadn't known I possessed. Through my enhanced senses, I could feel the Shadow Lords stirring, aware that something fundamental had shifted in the balance of power. Let them come, I thought. Let them see what happens when light refuses to be contained. The real war was about to begin. And I was finally ready to embrac

With every scraping stroke of his nails, a cut opens only to be repaired immediately by the power of the amulet, and as it heals, I feel a rush of pain along my upper arm. A trickle of blood seeps from where the flesh burns, new wounds opening with each swipe of his fingertips. The shield of shadows is powered by the same stuff that makes my body take its shape–my inner void. Which means that every time he strikes or the others push, it is causing damage to my body and using my energy reserves.