Joel Ldshadowlady Novels & Stories

“Shadow, why are you the only one standing when Gary and I are putting our lower bodies on the sofa?” Gary is looking at Joan with admiration at how his old friend remained the same as in the old days, then he speaks to Shadow, “You don’t have to be concerned about me, Shadow. Despite my desire to kill you, the fact that you didn’t know that Selina was my daughter was enough to earn my mercy. So, I ask you to raise your head and follow Joan’s words.” Shadow’s heart has been touched by a sliver of relief, prompting him to be less careful and follow Gary’s command to sit, as elder Joan instructed. Joan, on the other hand, is interested in learning the truth about Selina, who is his close frien

Shadow informed, still huffing. “What?!” Weylin blurted out, looking at her as if he had seen a ghost. “Oh my, Shadow, don’t joke like that,” Blake chuckled, pouring the water slowly into the glass. “I’m not joking, master!” Shadow said, trying to make them believe her words. “I have really seen her.” “It's not amusing, Ms. Shadow.” Weylin’s voice sounded dead cold while his gaze became dark. “Please believe me. I’m not making up stories.” Shadow sounded desperate. “I have seen the lady in the picture on the wall.” She pointed her finger at the portrait of Leysa Turner that was hanging on the wall.

If they needed command on the ground, Jennifer would be the hand that held the line. Lauren Davies — gentle on the surface, unshakably strong beneath. Mistress of flower-magic and scentwork, but softness didn’t mean harmless. She was a hidden weapon—equally at home in peace and ruin. Rachel Brown — born from shadow and studying it. She didn’t fear darkness. They needed someone who could step into the Shadow World as if it were familiar terrain. Joanna Tremblay — fire and passion. Unpredictable, but once she locked onto a purpose, she became elemental. Sky had said only, “If she starts moving—don’t stand in her way. Or move with her.”

He reached out to touch her face, but she flinched away. "You're sick," she whispered, tears of genuine confusion and fear welling in her eyes. "You've been working too hard. The Thorne Foundation... it’s eaten your mind." Leo stopped. The pain of her rejection was sharper than any light-blade the Armored Meilin had carried. In the Archive, she was willing to die for him. Here, she was afraid of him. The Final Audit: The Shadow’s Presence Leo looked at the reflection in the window. The rain-streaked glass showed the boardroom, the table, and Meilin. But standing directly behind her, invisible in the "Actual" room but clear in the reflection, was the Shadow-Elian.

But before leaving, she looked back once more, her voice steady, unwavering. Leah: “If Jason has become their Shadow, then I’ll fight shadows. I’ll fight the leader himself. Whatever it takes. But don’t ever tell me he’s gone. Because until I see his body in the ground, I’ll keep hunting.” She walked away, boots crunching on broken glass, the night swallowing her whole. But Bayo wasn’t done. His voice, ragged and desperate, followed her into the dark. Bayo: “Leah! Listen to me. If you keep chasing him—you’ll find more than Jason. You’ll find the new lord of the shadows. And he’ll destroy you.”

"Who said you could wear my mom's dress? You deserve to freeze to death!" I opened my eyes with effort and saw my son, Robin Torres, right in front of me. Suddenly, a huge snowball slammed into my body. The sharp pain knocked me off balance, and I collapsed straight into the snow. "No matter what you wear, a fake will always be a fake! Don't think you can replace my mom just because of what you're wearing!" Robin shouted while pelting me with more snowballs. Looking at the face that was so similar to mine made my heart ache as if it were being stabbed.

she nodded gently, her face so intently focused on him now, as he sighed again, struggling to answer her without saying too much. Lukas stepped forward, pulling up one of the chairs from the small dining table, and sitting facing her. "Very few know about us," he said softly, "but the ones that do, they call us 'Shadowsouled'." Jason could feel her apprehension growing, as she likely sensed his nervousness, her eyes drifting between the two of them now.

“Something that draws the Watcher. It feeds on memories, on ties, on guilt passed down. That girl… her name was Elara. She lived here over a century ago. The first bride who vanished after the wedding.” My stomach sinks. “So that’s what I am? Another placeholder in a long line of Maddox women?” He doesn’t answer. Just studies me. “You knew,” I whisper. “You knew the moment you saw me.” “I knew you weren’t supposed to be part of this.” “Well, too late now.” I shove past him, climbing out of the cellar, the letters crumpled in my fist. Something followed me out of that room. I feel it clinging to my skin, curling in my hair. Something old. Something wrong.

Sierra sobbed softly while the crowd looked over, whispering among themselves. A blinding spotlight shone down on Willow, making her feel like a criminal on trial. “Willow, apologize!” Roy was on the verge of blowing up. “Uh, what is going on?” Adrian, the birthday boy, rushed over to pull Roy away. “Willow has no reason to put herself in danger. I mean, just look at the state she’s in.” Adrian was one of the few good ones among Roy’s friends who did not speak ill of Willow.