Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Shadows

"I want that one." I looked at the girl in question. "Kamelie is eight. She would suit your purposes nicely." I looked to Kazamir. "Do you see the one that stuck your fancy in your dreams?" He shook his head. "No. I saw that she would wear black, and that she was tall and regal. Her hair is black as a raven's wing, and her eyes darker than the darkest night." I shuddered. "You mean the bastard child. Klover."

I could feel my breathing getting heavier, getting lost in his kiss. I never thought this experience would cause a person to be deaf, not hear other thoughts, other people except the beating of our hearts. I had forgotten my claw that I raised my hand, hoping to touch his soft and wavy hair, but as I was about to move, he broke our kiss, and he winced, feeling the pain. I gasped as I smelled blood that I immediately opened my eyes to scan his body where it came from. A drop of blood from his arm dripped on the floor of the cabinet, horrifying me that I hurt Ethan. ‘Amber!’ I said, panting and asking for help.

Then he came alive. His hand came up to cup the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair. His mouth opened under mine, deepening the kiss, and I tasted something dark and sweet like night-blooming flowers and shadows made tangible. My heart hammered against my ribs, my entire body flooding with heat. When I finally pulled back, his eyes were molten silver, his breathing ragged. His shadows had exploded outward, filling half the room, writhing and dancing like they were as affected by the kiss as he was.

Shadows on the Marble The kiss lingered like fire on her lips long after he pulled away. His hands still held her as though the world might claim her if he let go. For a heartbeat, there was no storm, no kingdom, no walls of expectation only them, breathing each other in, carved out of secrecy. Then came the echo. Bootsteps. Heavy, deliberate, far too close. Her blood froze. His hands tightened at once, dragging her deeper into the shadows between shelves. A single command hissed past his lips: “Quiet.”

Mom smiled at me, in awe. Thank god I'm not as big of a freak as I thought. Does every shadow weaver have a shadow womb? What is shadow kissed? "What does it mean to be shadow kissed?" I asked her. "That's what we call the children born of the shadow womb. It is rare to have one and even rarer for it to bare a child. The child that is born of a shadow womb is called shadow kissed, because they are grown with the shadows. Shadow kissed weavers have more control of the shadows and the dark, and tend to hold a powerful shadow with a powerful ability." Dad explained, calming down further, but I could still feel his disdain.

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

I don't know how they managed it, I don't know if their claims are correct, but somehow they seem to have gotten some members of the Shadow Fang, some insiders, to work with them so that we could tear it apart from the inside out and launch brutal attacks that would actually affect it to its core. And I thought everyone among them would be brave-hearted and unwavering, I think to myself, smiling a little as I think about it. I don't really know if I should be happy that Kira's home is just about to be destroyed if everything goes well, but I do feel happy. Maybe then I could rescue Kira out of it myself, and we could live a life happily ever after. The end? Yeah, right. I already know that t

Killian snarled into my mouth, cutting off my breath as his lips descended upon mine in a fierce, carnal collision. The kiss was not gentle. It was a dark, possessive tempest of raw fire and unchained shadows, born of a protective fury so deep it bordered on agony. His teeth grazed my lower lip, demanding entrance, and the moment I parted my lips with a ragged whimper, his primordial magic flooded into my mouth—dark, velvety, and endlessly deep. He kissed me as if he were trying to consume the memory of the blood-stained well right out of my throat, his hands digging into the midnight leather of my combat tunic, pulling me up into his body until my feet dangled inches above the floor.

Zooming in, adjusting brightness and studying details. Then suddenly his expression changed. "What?" I asked immediately. "Wait." My pulse quickened instantly. Maddison zoomed further toward the mansion gate visible in the background. At first I saw nothing. Then suddenly, my breathing stopped. A faint reflection, distorted against dark glass near the gate entrance. A tall figure dressed entirely in black. Standing unnaturally still, and even blurry… I could see them. The eyes. Faintly glowing crimson. "Oh my God..." The whisper escaped me before I could stop it.

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee