Novel & Cerita Kiss Of Shadows

Kit yelled from somewhere behind him, his voice sounding muffled, as if from behind a wall of water. Siron wanted to call out to him, wanted to tell him to "run," but his tongue felt heavy and numb. From the corner of his eye, he saw Kit trying to approach, his face filled with horror, but a wall of shadow suddenly appeared, blocking him, thick and impenetrable like liquid asphalt. Leave us, Alaric’s voice hissed, this time directed at Kit. He belongs to us now. Siron felt the warmth of his own blood in his nose. Drops of blood flowed from his nostrils, then floated in the air, absorbed by the shadow in his arms. One drop. Then two. With every drop, the form in his embrace became more solid,

I said with emphasis on my words. But he didn’t listen to me. He grabbed the back of my head and shoved his palm into my mouth before I could even close my teeth. The moment his blood touched my lips, I lost to the intoxication I was in. I could no longer resist because of hunger. My hand involuntarily hold his wrist and sucked his blood. I was sucking so hard that it made him wince. My eyes glowed gold and turned back to their original color after a second. I only stopped when he pulled his hand away. “You’ve starved yourself so much. You suck a lot,” he said to me as he lick the wounds on his palm.

I demanded, taking a cautious step backward. A low chuckle echoed in the darkness, sending chills down my spine. “You’re not getting out of this that easily, Cassandra,” Marcus’s voice taunted. I swung the ashtray wildly in the direction of his voice, but it connected with nothing but air. “Stop playing games!” I shouted, my voice cracking. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound—a struggle, a gasp—and then silence. “Marcus?” I whispered, my throat dry. No response. The lights suddenly flickered back on, and I froze.

“No, you’re not. We’re in this together.” Before I could respond, the ground beneath us trembled violently. The air thickened, and the shadows around us began to shift, coiling and swirling, as if alive. I could hear a faint sound, a low hum in the distance. It grew louder, more insistent, until a figure emerged from the shadows. The man who stepped forward wasn’t just any shadow—it was Kieran. His eyes burned with a cold, unsettling intensity, and the air around him seemed to warp. His voice echoed in my mind, distorted, like a twisted echo of everything I feared.

It took them a few seconds before they responded, but the room suddenly was enveloped in a chill to the bone cold, that felt like it was seeping through your bones into your soul. I took a step back as The Shadows emerged from everywhere and nowhere all at once, swarming Katrina’s hand and pooling at her feet. I saw Ramses’ eyes widen in shock and Jade was cowering into Ramses’ arms. Katrina’s sisters just sat there, stunned. No one even knew what to do. “I thought you might not come.” Katrina said to The Shadows. “We like your blood, we will alwaysss come for you.” They slithered.

His chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, every inhale sending fresh pain through his ribs. He refused to stay down. Kieran was already moving. Darkness flooded around him like black fire. His shadows swelled into twisting spears that screamed across the clearing, each one aimed with ruthless precision at her throat, heart and lungs. She didn’t evade them. She reached out. Her fingers closed around the shadows as though they possessed weight and form. The instant she touched them, they shrieked. The sound was almost alive. Then they dissolved into nothing. Kieran stopped.

"Don't be afraid, kitten; I'm friends with your mom. That means you should also be nice to me." My blood boiled. "You're lying," Rose piped up. "You're evil." "How could I be? Watch this." With a mischievous smile, Killian raises his right hand slowly. The shadow spinning behind his back separated into small strands and gathered in his palm. He grasped the shadow, then stretched out his fingers in excitement. A shimmering light enveloped the hallway, and suddenly, between his fingers, appeared two large lollipops emitting colorful wonders that could make any child drool over.

The sound of my heartbeat grew faint. He loosened his grip around my throat, my lungs burning as they fought for oxygen. For a second, the world was nothing but the sweet frantic rush of my own breath. I coughed, my vision still disoriented. His shadow was still looming over me— a silent promise that he was far from finished. Without warning, he thrust his hard length into me roughly with a sense of urgency, his thick cock stretching me. “Fuck!” I groaned, my voice ripping apart. I clutched the sheets of the mattress as if I were holding onto my last hope. My pussy was throbbing in overwhelming heat. I surrendered to his touch— my last protest was long over.

She opened her eyes, and they met his grey ones, those eyes holding so much intensity that it was hard for her to look into them. His eyes burned into her with a primal hunger. He leaned in, his breath intertwining with hers as he took her lips into his mouth in a wild way, deepening the kiss, his tongue demanding entry. She gasped, her body arching against his. His hands moved over her body, exploring every curve, every inch of her skin. He trailed kisses down her neck, his teeth nipping at her sensitive skin.

I see the beaming light in front of her. “What’s happening, why? No, I rejected this!” I kiss her one last time and shove her into the beaming light. She screams as it pulls her upwards. She spiritually extends her arm and latches on to Katherine’s soul trying to stay connected. I realize I need to wake Katherine up to severe the bond. Right now, she’s keeping Katherine dormant. I decide to kiss her. I never did that to Gabrielle until after we started our affair, and right now kissing Gabrielle is an eternal goodbye kiss. I need to kiss Katherine the way I do when I ravage her. I pull her into my arms and kiss her deeply. As Katherine begins to moan and revive, Gabrielle screams as she dis