Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

“But something warped it. Something old. And then—nothing. She’s gone.” “Shielding,” Tito Armando said. “She doesn’t know how to shield like that,” Nerisa snapped. “Then if it’s not her, something else is doing it,” Odesa said from the shadows. Her voice was flat. Controlled. Dangerous. The elders stared. Ricardo swallowed. “You felt it.” “So did you,” Odesa shot back. “That wasn’t just Althea.” A responding force. Ancient. Primordial. The name none of them dared to speak: Mayari

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.

POV: Rhea Mooncrest "You aren't going anywhere! You’ve taken enough from us, and you aren't running back into the dark like a coward!" Rhea’s voice was a jagged scream that tore through the thick, violet haze of the Under-Whisper. She was hunched over the petrified moss, her fingers buried in the dirt to keep from collapsing. Across the clearing, the figure that wore Ash Ryder’s skin was twitching with a rhythmic, sickening violence. The Heir, the dark construct of Rhea’s own soul, was a dissolving nightmare, its physical form shedding like burnt paper. Without that anchor, the Shadow King was losing his grip on reality.

Then she added, “What do you mean by bridge the gap?” I moved closer, she tensed. I gave a sly grin, and gave her a once over. I removed my cloak, “While I do enjoy the view, you do not strike me as an immodest witch.” She looked down at herself and a deep red rose to her cheeks as she tried to pull her dress to cover her breast. I was at her side, within mere moments wrapping my cloak around her, because of my broad shoulders, it fit her just snuggly. Honestly, I rather liked her in my cloak, as if she belonged to me. That thought sent more tension down below.

Her silver glow blazed suddenly brighter, and throughout the stronghold, every Luna child began to shine with sympathetic radiance. "She's right," Grandmother Isla said, arriving with urgent intelligence from the ancient texts. "The void's effect isn't permanent in its early stages, but it becomes so quickly. Every moment they remain exposed increases the chance that the emptiness will become their preferred state." The rescue attempt began immediately, with every network-connected individual lending their strength to Aurora's desperate effort to reach the trapped team. But what they discovered challenged every assumption they'd made about the nature of their enemy. "I can touch their minds,

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha (Book 1) Marked By The Shadowed Alpha (Book 2) 🌹 ONCE, HE BEGGED FOR HER LOVE. NOW IN THIS LIFE, SHE BEGS FOR HIS 🌹 Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella). My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

Elena asked, interrupting my thoughts. "Nothing is troubling me!" I replied, faking a smile. "If you say so. Just finished burning down Amelia's things, seeing them around makes me nauseous and sick," Elena said, squeezing her face. I understood what she was driving at, so I better play along than lose everything free coming this far. "That's good, at least we won't feel around anymore," I said, pulling her into a tight hug. We went from hugging to mating, I was aggressively mating with her to the extent that she was also shocked about who I truly was.

“Another Lurker?” “No.” Astraen lowered into a defensive stance. His glow intensified, casting sharp silhouettes through the fog. “Something worse.” A cold wind swept across the marsh, freezing Lyra’s skin. The mist ahead split open as a tall figure emerged—draped in a tattered cloak of swirling shadows, its face obscured except for two glowing red eyes. Cael swore under his breath. “A Shadehunter.” Lyra gripped Cael’s arm. “What does that mean?!”