I Need More Power Shadow 소설 & 이야기

This time I know I won’t be able to stop it. I look at her beautiful face, etching it in my memory after I kiss her. There’s no other way left. Mom was right. “You can’t stop it,” the shadow version of me speaks as he stands beside me. Rena can’t see him as he lives inside me. I take a deep breath. “I can. I have done a little research on shadow wolves too.” I tell him before I tap into the life source inside me. Shadow wolves have some terrific powers, including one where they can control their own lives. That includes them stopping the flow of their life. It's an odd concept, but I know how to do it.

I quickly disguised myself and began to walk slowly towards the gate. "Hey, stop there. Who are you?" One of the new guards asked, coming closer to me. "I am tasty; please, I need water. Please get me water; I am very thirsty," I said to him. He drew out his sword and was ready to attack me when I activated my Luna Shadow power, and he suddenly fell weak, screaming at the top of his voice. The other soldiers ran out immediately to the scene, and before they could attack, I weakened them. It was at that moment that I gave a signal to Murphy and Ryan as they came out from the shadows and began to take them out.

The baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

Now he was mine. He’d be my head hunter. My collector. My net to scoop up the desperate—gamblers, thieves, girls with nowhere else to go. He’d lure them with promises, then remind them it was either the club or jail. And once they were in, they would never get out. “Real power isn’t given. It’s taken”. I spoke it aloud, each word deliberate, tasting like gospel. I would take it. Every last drop of it. And Rae? She would rot in Marcelo’s mansion, crushed under his hand while I built an empire of my own.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Like they’re peeling me away piece by piece. That is, when I have skin. Because sometimes... I don’t. Sometimes I become night. Just like my namesake. Not a metaphor—not poetic darkness. Real, breathing night. Living shadow. But it’s more than that now. My powers are expanding. I am night. I can call it down. I can become a shadow, twist it, stretch it, devour the light. I can put others to sleep—not kill them, just... lull them into a sleep they won’t wake from unless I will it.

“Perhaps it’s too late already?” Lucifer draws himself nearer, the pungent smell of burning filled my nose, “Tell me Princess of St Leger, how many people have you killed already with your power?” He pauses once more, leaning so close now that the heat from his breath warms my cheek. “How many people reside on your list to dispatch already I wonder? I predict that the seed of darkness has already been sewn. “And it is a well known fact that the St Leger power feeds off of darkness.” He finishes. The room falling into silence around us.

Even if his power was so strong to the point of the power user Level 7, the power dampener machine would have blown up already. Unknown to the Officer, if he could sit down on the floor and watch his shadow he will know that his shadow was caught by a strange shadow that was extended from the shadow at the corner of the tent, and that was the abomination inside Zhu Wushang shadow that has the power to control other people shadow like their own. “What the hell…?” The officer uttered under his breath in disbelief. This is not scientific at all.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of severe psychological trauma, depression, an attempted act of self-harm, and themes of captivity and abuse. Reader discretion is advised. Dying. Every single day, I feel like dying. The urge to simply throw myself out of the bedroom window just to escape this torment constantly claws at my mind, but something always holds me back at the edge. It feels as though some unseen force, a lingering echo of an instinct, is desperately stopping me from crossing that final threshold.

Trust your own judgment—your Shadow will never disappoint you. I firmly believe this, and I hope you can believe it too.]"