Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

I asked, my voice echoing in the infinite hallway. "It’s the **Director's Cut**," Sarah said, pointing to a door at the end of the hall that was pulsing with a rhythmic, golden light. "The version of the story where the subtext becomes the text. My mother—our mother—didn't just invest in the Shroud, Elara. She 'Scripted' it. She knew Dad was a genius, but she knew he was a weak man. A man driven by grief is a man who doesn't look at the 'Terms and Conditions.'"

we followed her, walking up a dark stairway; Rasha and the others glued themselves to me since they did not see anything, "Ammmm... Rengoku, I know I killed your friends. Nevertheless, they will die sooner or later. This place eats souls to function. If I did not send them, it would be one of you. Right now, this asylum is under my control, but who knows what may happen next?" The library was a chaotic place where books were thrown everywhere. The bookshelves had cracks and spiderwebs all around them. I promenaded my eyeballs on the shelves reading the titles. Some were not visible, erased by the passage of time, while the ones that had clear words were not important. Dahlia stayed back watc

Unknowingly, Adrija held onto Shiv's arm and when she touched it, Shiv let out a low grunt. Adrija froze. ... How's the chapter readers? Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

“Read that. Out loud, please.” I look at all of them before turning to the book. When the Shield Befriends its Predator It will foretell a change For winds and storms Will come to the land And strife will begin again. But with the Shield's touch The Predator is blessed So that when death befalls her She will rise again She will stand for the people She will stand for the land And she will fight for those Who are worthy of her love. I look up when I finish reading. “I still don’t understand. What does this have to do with Hera.”

he admitted, his voice raw. He looked so vulnerable. It gave her pause that a man so powerful, so dominant, would look at her with such emotion; as if he was lost without her. "I'm fine," she whispered. "We both have a lot to learn about the blood bonds. But we can worry about it later. For now," she leaned back in his arms and pulled her shirt over her head, determined to redirect his attention. Her sentence went unfinished. Before her shirt even touched the cold stone floor, William bent low and captured a bare breast in his lips to tug and tease the peak. His tongue rolled across her hardened nipple and she gasped, throwing her head back in abandon.

She steps back before nodding anxiously. “Jack, I agree with your terms. But please, can you keep my identity a secret-” I see how her eyes tear up slightly as she struggles with completing the sentence. Why is she so scared suddenly? “My lips are sealed, Shayle. But you need to go by your promise.”

The moment Nora opened the door of her bedroom she got the biggest shock of her life. She couldn't believe her eyes. She was frozen. She tried to calm herself down and then closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and then opened her eyes again. Still same. Her eyes weren't deceiving herself. Everything was real. In front of her on her bedroom Lara was sleeping. She was naked. She could hear the shower running and someone was in the washroom. The blanket which was used to cover her and her husband's body was covering Lara's body. Anyone could tell what happened there by looking at the state of the bed and Lara.

Isabella said, her voice crackling through Leo’s earpiece. She looked different. Her eyes, once sharp and calculating, now possessed a permanent, subtle shimmer—a remnant of the "Mandate" overwrite that she had weaponized rather than cured. She wore a suit of Liquid-Carbon weave that seemed to swallow the light of the skiff’s cockpit. The Neural Shroud Isabella flipped a switch, and the Neural Shroud humming in the center of the craft intensified. It didn't just hide them from radar; it projected a "perception-filter" that made any human or AI observer simply ignore their presence.

Isla pov "Why were you in the forbidden archives?" Dr. Cassia asks quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, "only ghosts go looking for graves." I spin around, my hand instinctively reaching for a weapon I don't have, the woman standing in the doorway is small and pale with silver hair pulled back severe. white healer's robes marking her as pack physician, her eyes are sharp though, too sharp, missing nothing. "I got lost," I say, force my voice to shake, "I was trying to find the kitchens."

I hissed, my grip tightening until I felt the bone beneath. The Shadow smiled, and it was a slow, terrifying expression that made my skin crawl. "Then kill me, Darius, but remember we're linked. If I die, she dies. If I bleed, she bleeds. That’s the beauty of the Overwrite. You didn't just bond with her, you bonded with the Shadow that lives behind her."