Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

“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.

The Reader stumbled backward. Their faceless hood twisted violently, body bending in impossible angles. “You’re not supposed to hesitate!” they gasped. Liora clutched the book to her chest. “Then maybe this isn’t the final chapter.” “You can’t stop what’s been written,” the Reader hissed. “You can’t outrun the ending!” The floor cracked beneath them, Not ground, But text, Pages of her life peeling apart like skin, And rising from between them, Was a figure made entirely of titles. No face, No features.

The cover was pretty and the blurb was mind-blowing Todd couldn't believe that he had this among his collections but he didn't think he had gone through this before. He had been reading for the past fifteen minutes, sitting in the room of Thalia, he was about to flip to the next page when he heard the sound of someone yawning sweetly and loudly, he shuffled around in his chair to look at her, "Are you..." Thalia jumped off the bed, seeing what Todd was reading, she didn't want him to know what she was reading when he wasn't around, she was ready to tug the book from him but he had calculated her movement and had pulled away faster than she anticipate and grabbed her hand.

Just like that, her little sympathy quickly disappeared. Loud cheering broke out on the arena-like courtyard as Aiyisha made her way to the middle, looking every bit like a warrior dressed to kill in her tight bra-like gold and white ensemble with a matching flowy skirt that had so many slits that her movement would not be impeded in any way. Her blond hair was tied in a severe bun atop her head and from the serious look on her face, it was very much obvious that she was not going to spare any one who dared cross her path. The healer, who Kendra had learnt was named Ursula started some incantations in the ancient language, and then smeared soot under Aiyisha’s eyes and from her forehead all

she moaned. A heaviness swept over him when he saw tears escaping from the corners of her eyes. She was weeping for him in her sleep. Somehow, she’d rejected his explanation of being a shadow walker and was convinced he was dead. It was then that he realized the impact of him having Wilma place her next to his mundane body would have on her when she awoke. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. Things weren’t going the way he’d hoped at all. He needed a new game plan.

"So she see's stuff." I nodded, scrubbing the feeling of his fingers from my skin. I’d have bruises in the morning. "Like?" "She sees the souls of those the Shades have taken. She knew Stuart was gone before you got back." "You're lying." "You see this?" I said, flashing him the only piece of Jewellry I wore. "It’s the other half to the one that keeps her sane, because every time she takes it off she sees them, every should that’s been forced from their living body!"

‘Ok, if you really want me then do something for me, drop that towel around your waist and model a bit for me, nothing turns me on like a nude man’ She demanded cooly James hesitated for a moment and before she could say anything further he dropped the towel to reveal his manhood. Emma starred at him as he modeled around, words failing her. This was not what she was expecting. Looking at him and his size 10 shoe she was expecting a heavily endowed man but there he stood dangling his small dick. She quickly pushed her disappointment aside reminding herself that she was not there for pleasure. Forcing herself to smile she moved and circled her arms around him, James took that as appreciation a

Terra jumped backwards and crouched low, A wall of earth sealed up the room as she moved backwards, rashkov and zarae were at her sides, "Bring me the shifter, I would like to have a word with him" terra said, She saw uncertainty in both their faces, terra could not blame them. They just saw a walking dead and to hand her over to another spooky personality was disturbing, "I will be fine, now bring me the shifter" terra said, Rashkov nodded, soon the shifter knelt in her front, bound by chains both magical and metal in nature. They stared at each other for a while before he had that bored look,

The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there. Her Marcus. Tall and handsome with his blonde hair that caught the light. His bright smile that used to make her heart skip. He wore formal clothes, the kind pack members wore for important occasions. For matings. For anniversaries. Next to him stood Isla. Lyra's best friend. The girl she'd grown up with. The one she'd told all her secrets to. The one she'd trusted with everything. Isla wore a beautiful dress, deep blue like the evening sky. And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna.

The demon in me hoped she didn’t. That she was burning too. At dawn, I was back on duty. Transparent. Professional. A statue in a black suit standing watch in the entrance hall. My skull felt like an anvil, my eyes burned, but my posture was perfect. I am Liam Shae, the efficient shadow. Not the man who nearly lost himself in Diane’s forbidden light. Then she comes downstairs. And my world, already cracked, shatters into a thousand shards of silent pain. She is radiant.