Kissed By Shadows Novels & Stories

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.

he called at Emily. “Are you crazy man what if it kills her” Kiran called. “I remember I read something about it so trust me I know what am doing,” he said and I watched as Emily walked toward the shadow. I could hear her heart beating fast. She was scared, she walked slowly and the rustling of the dead leaves as she moved closer made me anxious about what would happen. She moved towards it and touched the shadow and immediately white light came from within her and the shadow turned from deep black to grey and it bowed down to her.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

I said, bowing my head happily. My heart suddenly turned sore when I saw Kessler walk hand-in-hand with my sister. My heart thundered as I felt betrayed and stabbed in the back by the people I love. I held back the tears that were planning to fall so they wouldn't ruin my make-up. Not as if he wanted to hold my hand in the first place, but the betrayal I just witnessed was like a hot knife that is being used to cut through an open wound. The care, love, and attention he gave to Elena at the banquet made the guests wonder if I was the actual Luna or Elena was, maybe I was just supporting them.

Because something inside her— That dark, growing presence— Wasn’t afraid. “Stay together,” Kael ordered. The shadows moved. At first, it was subtle. A flicker along the edge of a building. A distortion where light should have been steady. But then— They grew. Stretching. Crawling. Unfolding. Not cast by anything. Not bound to anything. Alive. Lira gasped. “What is that—” The shadows peeled away from the walls. From the ground. From the spaces between light. And began to gather.

I closed my eyes and reached for that dark place inside me where the shadows lived. At first, nothing happened. Then I felt them stir—curious, responsive. Come out, I thought at them. They obeyed. I opened my eyes to find shadows coiling up my arms like smoke, cool against my skin. “Good,” Kael said. “Now keep them there. Don’t let them spread. Don’t let them fade. Just hold.” I focused on keeping the shadows contained, but they kept trying to expand, to reach out toward the walls, the ceiling, Kael.

“See the truth in your strength, but beware the cost. Shadows cannot be destroyed they only wait, and they remember.” Aria’s chest burned, sweat beading along her brow, hair plastered to her face, yet she did not relent. The shadows pressed again, more aggressively, their whispers sharp and mocking, trying to erode her focus. But with Damon beside her, guiding, warning, and lending strength, she was unstoppable. Finally, the tendrils recoiled, shadows dissipating like smoke in sunlight, leaving the forest silent, mist curling lazily now, almost peaceful. The figure, however, remained, watching, waiting, its expression unreadable.

"You used to say that tattooing a lover's name meant you'd be bound together forever. I couldn't stand the idea of you going through that pain, so I lied and told you I hated tattoos. If anyone's going to do something that reckless, it'll be me." The more Lorrie read, the heavier her heart grew. Every sweet gesture Chuck had done for her was actually for Lylith. She had only ever been Lylith's shadow in his eyes. Lorrie turned off the phone, her chest burning as if a thousand arrows had struck at once. When she got home, she bore the searing pain of her wounds as she set fire to every last thing that reminded her of them. Next, she grabbed a pair of scissors and sliced through the clothes sh

she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me in. I kissed her deeply, letting my hips move in slow, shallow thrusts. Every inch of her welcomed me in a way that made my chest tighten. She was still getting used to me, and I didn’t want to hurt her. Not now. Not ever. But then she pulled her mouth from mine, voice thick with need. “Harder, Killer.” God, the nickname never hit harder than in that moment. I smiled against her lips, my voice low and thick with heat. “Your wish is my command, Temptress.”

Slowly, inexorably, the shadows began to shrink, their whispers fading as the bond asserted itself. Kieran pressed his lips to her temple. “You are more than the fear,” he whispered. “You are more than the shadow. You are the light. And I am with you. Always.” Aria drew a deep breath, feeling the rhythm of the heartbeat within her echo outward, connecting to every member of the pack. The shadows screamed as the bond expanded, silver-gold light filling the mist, wrapping her, Kieran, and the entire fortress in a radiant cocoon of protection and power.