Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

“Careful, Belladonna. The first time is always a bit of a task.” “Have you done this before?” she asked, her breath shaky. She gave it life. SHE had given it LIFE! “Yes, twice with my own shadow. They died.” “I am well, you can let me go.” He said nothing to her, and didn't let her go either. “Command it, Xida.” “Hand me your sword,” Xida said to the shadow but it didn't budge. “Hand me your sword,” Alaris said and the shadow gave it to him, then he returned it to the shadow, who took it back and fell on a knee.

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she moaned. My hands slid down from her breasts to the inside of her thighs. I spread her legs and bent down so I could taste the hot juices of our mad passion. As I ran my tongue over her wetness and plunged my tongue deep into her opening, a loud moan escaped her. With each lick, her body tensed and her moans turned to squeals of delight. The intense passion of our encounter took hold of her body, completely banishing the rush that was pressing against us. I gently wrapped my lips around her clitoris and sucked on it hungrily. Soon, her body exploded with pleasure.

Alisha groaned. It hurt to the soul and it was difficult to breathe. Although the feeling of softness and the comfort of the heat on her back made her stay in place enjoying the sensation. She opened her eyes little by little, letting them get used to the weak light that filtered through the window, announcing the dawn. She let out a sigh from her parched lips and shifted to find herself trapped by a thick arm around her bare waist. Panic washed over her and she whirled around to find her bodyguard's golden hair strewn across her face. This close he couldn't deny it. The man was dangerously beautiful. Thick lashes cast a shadow over her high cheekbones. Lips neither thick nor thin but appeti

To feel – really feel – again was a blessing, and, though I didn’t understand it, or why it had happened to me, or how long it would last for, I did know that, had it been the other way around, my envy would have been written plainly on my face for all to see. And I didn’t even want to be human so badly as Kathrena did. “I wonder why,” she murmured. Then she opened the book to the right page, sitting up straighter. “Anyway. Look at this. Hopefully this is all you’ll need to convince Aradia and the Clan that Skye isn’t a threat to us.” She pushed it towards me, and I chewed on my lip, relishing secretly at the press of my warm skin. It was the very same book that I’d seen in her bedroom, with

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

I love books, and seeing this one lying on the floor hurts my heart. Looking around, I pick up the book and tuck it underneath my hoodie, the glowing stops immediately. It doesn’t take long for me to get home, and when I do, I pull the book out of my hoodie. “You poor thing.” I mutter as my fingers tremble on the yellowed pages of the book. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Skyler, the girl who stutters through small talk, who hides behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses because words always tangle in my throat when real people are around.

My vision blurred with rage and grief. “No,” I whispered. The Moon didn’t argue. It simply waited. And the bond-space began to collapse—storm walls closing, cradle sinking into ash—like time itself was running out. Kieran’s blue eyes locked on mine. “If you have to…” he whispered, broken. “Choose her.” Selah’s smile sharpened again. “Choose wrong,” she murmured, “and I’ll wear your body next.” The shadow wearing my face leaned in, eyes gleaming. “Choose,” it purred. “And watch what you become.”

The forest around us filled with them, shapes of green and gray, whispering in voices that clawed at the edges of my mind. The necklace glowed brighter, the light spreading faintly up my throat. My head pounded, and somewhere beneath the fear, something deep inside me stirred. A flicker of warmth. A hum under my skin. The air around me shimmered. Corin noticed it too. “ Liora—your eyes,” he breathed. Before I could ask what he meant, a surge of light burst out from my chest—white and gold, rippling through the mist like a wave. The nearest shadow creature shrieked, its form dissolving in seconds.