Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

Her eyes glowed faint silver for a second. “Touch me again,” she whispered, voice layered with something dangerous, “and I’ll let my babies eat your hearts.” They scrambled away, sobbing. Aria stood in the alley, breathing hard, hands trembling. She looked down at her belly. “Mommy’s learning,” she murmured. “We’re going to be okay.” But that night, as she lay in bed tracing the stretch marks forming on her skin, a new scent drifted through the cracked window,faint, wolf, familiar. Shadowthorn. Someone was looking for her.

Isadora’s POV I wandered the corridor in my robe, restless. I paused outside the guest room — the same one I’d found ajar days ago. Still closed now. Still locked. But I placed my hand on the doorknob just to make sure. Then I whispered under my breath, to no one in particular. “If you’re out there… come closer. I’m not afraid of shadows.” I walked away without looking back. Darren’s POV The news was buzzing again. This time: a split narrative. Some saying I was a liar.

I try again to mind link him with no answer. I hear footsteps down the hall coming towards my door. I quickly stand as tall as possible, which is hard because I am so tired and my legs barely hold me up anymore. I have to though; I refuse to show him any sign of weakness. The door opens and in walks Shane, his signature smirk and a rose. "Good morning beautiful!" ***End of Book 1*** Book 2 titled: The Rogue's Winter Revenge is complete and can be found here on Good Novel now! Make sure you put the ' in Rogue's 😘😘😘😘

Despite Isla’s repeated attempts to dissuade her from pursuing these unreciprocated feelings, Priya remained infatuated. Isla immediately stood, adrenaline surging through her veins. “Burned how?” she pressed, urgency lacing her voice. Priya shook her head, her lips pressed tightly together as if trying to hold back the horror of what she had witnessed. “Not just a spill or an electric shock. It’s…he’s…scorched. Like something marked him.” Without waiting for a response, she turned sharply and moved briskly down the corridor toward the east wing, Isla following closely behind, the sound of their footsteps echoing in the tense silence.

The baby let out a high-pitched whistle, and the silver threads in the room began to glow a bloody red. "The XIX is the only thing missing from the shroud," Iyanla said, her hands reaching out toward us. The silver threads began to crawl across the floor like snakes, heading for my ankles. "Give her to me. Let the Hive be whole. You can go back to the closet, Amara. You can be invisible again. I'll even let you keep the shoes." Kael let out a roar of pure, unadulterated fury. He struggled to his feet, his ashen fur bristling with violet static. He lunged for the throne, his spectral claws ready to tear the web apart.

she said sounding fierce, it is supposed to be super very fierce but it only look her cute with her big doe eyes widening at every moment she fiercely spoke. The shadow guard, even if all is in major for being expressionless in nature especially if the shadow guard is trained by the main villain of the novel. But this time, the shadow guard sent by the Emperor still couldn't help but a smile formed at his distorted lips, it looks very creepy and can create goosebumps onto humans whole system but because his whole body is covered with black thick hood, and a mask that covering most of his face so only his peach eyes is only shown. So, Xia Yu didn't see his smile but she keenly notice the sudd

These weren’t regular magical surges; they seemed extremely powerful. “Let me out. I want to try something.” The man winced and hesitated. When the shots stopped, he removed the dome that covered us, and I ran toward the light, dodging slashes of energy that came my way. I couldn’t see Ida in there. The glow was too bright. “Ida!” I shouted. Nothing happened, so I stepped closer and extended my hand, almost touching the glowing light. “Ida, it’s me—Xander. Come back to me.”

But she kept going, ranting about chiseled jaws, six-packs, and dreamy eyes. I half-listened. But something tugged at my attention. A shadow. “Shiela, move.” “Huh?” “Just..move.” She stepped aside. Outside, standing beneath the shade of a tree across campus, was a girl with pale, dead-looking skin and bright crimson eyes. She smiled at me. A chill slid down my spine. BLOODLUST. It was faint, but it spiked just enough to trigger my instincts. “You’ve met her, right?” Shiela said cheerfully.

But I’m not. My eyes burn from sleeplessness. The book under my hands blurs for a second before coming back into focus. I can smell her still — Isadora’s perfume, faint but clinging to the shelves from how often she lingers here. When she’s not in her bed or haunting the shadow cloaked academy halls, she’s here, in the maze of parchment and ink, reading like she’s trying to swallow the world whole. My hands curl tighter on the book. The truth presses against my teeth, but I don’t dare speak it aloud. Not yet.

The 187th Chapter had been a reprieve, a desperate grounding into the earth, but the 188th was something far more taxing: it was the Construction of a Global Shroud. "The 'Awakened' in the Southern Delta are refusing to sleep, Darlene," Eryx said, his shadow merging with mine on the cold marble floor. "They’re staring at the sky. They felt the Recall. They felt the pull of the Warden’s gravity, and they know that if they let their guard down, they’ll become Stardust in the next harvest."