Idia Shroud X Reader Novels & Stories

My hand instinctively flew to the pocket of my hoodie, fingers curling around the cold metal of the flash drive, the only proof I had that my life was being auctioned off to the highest bidder of the werewolf world. Dahlia stepped out from behind a concrete pillar, her eyes gleaming with a sick, predatory fury. She wasn't alone. Dawn stood a few paces behind her, arms crossed and her face was a mask of boredom. Dahlia, however, looked like she was vibrating with the need to kill.

She was just a reader—hungry for escape. She paused when her eyes landed on a cover that practically glowed under the soft overhead light. A werewolf love novel. The title was in cursive silver: Moonbound Desire. The cover featured a fierce, shirtless alpha holding a trembling woman in his arms, both cloaked by moonlight and mystery. It was utterly ridiculous—and exactly what she needed. Ryleigh pulled it from the shelf and smiled to herself. She checked it out at the front desk with Miss Ada, who glanced at the cover and gave her a knowing look but didn’t say a word.

“Not good that he wants to strangle you. Just… good to know. I wasn’t sure if you were like… best friends or partners or… I don’t know.” Domenico’s lips twitched upward again. “Brothers. For better or worse.” I nodded, feeling braver now that I hadn’t been kicked out or glared at yet. And because my mouth clearly had a death wish, the second question tumbled out before I could stop it. “And… why do you always wear shades? Even inside?” Another beat of silence. Longer this time. Heavy enough to make my stomach twist a little. Domenico’s fingers stilled against the counter.

"I got married today. The moment I saw Daisy at the wedding, I wished the person standing beside me was her. "Daisy had an allergic reaction to the argent lilies. It's my fault. I shouldn't have allowed them to grow in the garden. "Today marked round 13 of the duel in Werewolf Arena. My shoulder was broken, and my left arm was torn, but I couldn't stop. I had to win. For Daisy. She deserves the best the world has to offer. "Her eyes are so bright. Only the most precious diamond can match the brilliance of her gaze. "Tomorrow is her birthday. I'll put the diamond around her neck myself, no matter the cost."

“Someone.” The others froze. “Elara,” Aiden whispered. “No,” Iris corrected, lifting her head slowly. Her eyes flashed—half hers, half veiled in obsidian. “It’s older than Elara. It’s the shadow that made her.” Scene 1: The Voice Within Inside Iris’s mind, a storm brewed. She stood on a floating shard of moonlight, surrounded by an ocean of shadows. In front of her stood a figure cloaked in tattered mist. It had no face, yet its presence loomed with impossible gravity.

“It’s where the Maddox family keeps all its secrets. Everything you need to know about what’s been done… what’s been buried.” I feel a chill run through me. The Watcher is one thing. But this book—it’s a door. A door to a past I’m not sure I want to open. “Let me see it,” I demand, more forcefully than I mean to. Elias shakes his head, stepping back further into the shadows. “No.” My heart starts to race. I can’t explain it, but something inside me aches to know what’s inside that book. It’s like the knowledge is just out of reach, like a part of me is tied to it, bound by some unseen thread that won’t let go.

She reaches for the story she spent five years building, brick by brick, character by character, world by world. Chapter 18: Isadora meets Caelen in the solar, where he stands looking out over the mountains as if he can see into the future. They negotiate an alliance — he offers to protect her family’s lands from the Emperor’s advancing armies in exchange for her hand in marriage. She says yes, even though she knows he’s dangerous, even though she’s heard the stories of villages burned to the ground, of rivals found dead with nightshade in their veins.

KAIDA I stood between realms, a fragile dam against a rising tide of spirits. Following the light radiating from each apparition within the estate, I anchored as many souls as I could, ushering them into the afterlife. My body felt like a hollow vessel; I could no longer feel the ground beneath my feet, yet I moved with desperate resolve. I had to protect my pups and my mates from the Gashadokuro’s impending assault. I could sense its birth—a dark, rhythmic pulsing that hammered against my skin.

Often, such relics fell on her hand, and often, she buried them underneath the sea. So how… Did these exact relics appear once again? She thought the ocean was supposed to be a mysterious place. “What is it?” “Shadow!” Both of them stood up, showing their claws. Throb. Her head was throbbing hard, but she must analyze the book first before her final verdict. She picked up the pen and the book. It was that moment. Shhhhhhh– The book and the pen glowed in red. Grrrr! Aidan growled, and Firash bared his teeth.

scent flaring with a protective intensity. "I... I thought I felt Dada," Kaelen whispered, his stormy sea-grey eyes searching the empty air. Isabella’s voice suddenly echoed from the sky—not as a synthesized melody, but as a "Narrative Captive." CHAPTER TWO: THE ORPHAN'S BURDEN. THE NEW ALPHA FEELS THE WEIGHT OF THE GHOSTS. VOTE NOW: SHOULD THE GHOSTS BE ALLOWED TO WHISPER? Silas looked up and saw the "User Profile" eye of the Reader watching from the heavens. The "Engagement Score" was skyrocketing. The audience loved the tragedy of a son who could feel his parents but never see them.