Kiss Of Shadows Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Emily I gently pressed my lips to his, preventing him from continuing. He pulled me even tighter into his arms. His playful tongue gently opened my lips, gently entering an ever-eager paradise of exploration. It was a light kiss, growing ever more intense. The warmth I felt in my stomach rose in my chest, speeding up my heartbeat which was faster than usual, anyway. The scent of his perfume caressed my nostrils. My lips were captive, emanating a strong heat that was gradually but undeniably turning into the fiery passion of desire.

Then they tore the robes from his body. It happened in a blink. The soft white fabric shredded like paper, baring Kael to the altar’s glow. His flushed skin, his trembling cock, his shivering thighs, every inch exposed. His gasp turned to a cry as the god of shadows dropped to his knees behind him, spreading his ass with greedy hands, licking a slow, wet stripe over the tight, untouched hole. Kael arched, shaking. “Wait—! Oh gods—” “You belong to us now,” the shadow said, voice muffled as he pressed his tongue deeper, tasting Kael’s heat, slicking him with spit and sin.

"What exactly did you see? Who—what—came from the east?" The scout's eyes darted nervously as if he feared even speaking the name. His hands trembled as he clutched at my sleeve, his breath ragged. "Shadows. Not like any shadows I’ve seen before. Dark... like the void itself. It moves in whispers and nightmares, and it... it takes what it wants." He swallowed hard, his throat working. "It’s not human, Lady Cassia. It’s something far worse."

I was getting really tired of Adrian repeating things back to me that I obviously had no clue about. "I—I'm sorry, Rose. Truly, I am," a serious look covered his handsome features and his tone took on a slightly more ominous note. A chill began to run through me at his sudden change and I sat up to pull my knees to my chest, bracing for what he was about to say next. "Shadow kissed is a result of someone being brought back from the dead by a Spirit user. It isn't very common but there have been recorded instances of it happening and some studies have even been documented." I tried to take a deep breath, but my body suddenly seized up. I sat there motionless, unable to think or speak. Adrian

"I was the one who kissed and held you that night. I was the one who saw you first, Miranda. It was me you kissed that night of our Foundation Day." "W-What? Y-You mean..." I nodded and smiled. "Oh sh*t Xyle!" she cursed and cried. I kissed her once more. Under the beam of illuminating light. I will never hide my love for her anymore. The shadow has gone. She will be my light that will shine brightly until the last day of my life. "Min elskede, my beautiful wife." *** “I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.” —Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End

With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman. Unfortunately, she is as cruel as she is beautiful; the tortured and dead souls of the Omega that have been unfortunate enough to cross her path over the past couple of years can attest to that. Xavier chuckles, “C’mere”, and just like that, I am forgotten. Like a delicate bird, Bianca flies across the room and throws herself into into arms, wrapping her arms behind his neck. The blood drains from my face when he lowers his head to meet her kiss and in a second, they start to make o

The elder requested. We have now gotten to the time when everywhere would turn into chaos. I stared at everyone as I carefully took off the clothes I used to cover my face. "Amelia, what are you doing there?" Nina asked the moment she noticed I was the one. "What?" Elena screamed as she ran her hands through her hair. "I mark you as my mate." Alpha Kessler said as he placed a kiss on my lips.

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

Her scent, a mix of her own unique musk, blood, and fear turned adrenaline, was intoxicating. My lips brushed hers, a feather-light touch. Not a kiss of passion, not like before. This was something different. Slower. Deeper. An acknowledgment. A claiming. A reward. She let out a shaky breath, her eyelids fluttering closed. Her lips were soft, pliant under mine. I deepened the kiss, slowly, deliberately, tasting her, tasting the lingering metallic tang of blood and the underlying sweetness that was Selena. It was a kiss of shadows and secrets, of shared violence and a dawning, terrifying intimacy.