Kissed By Shadows Novels & Stories

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.”

I'll make it right, I swear. Though I was awake, my body refused to obey me. I could only watch, tears streaming, as their breaths grew ragged. Shane, lost in his own world, kept murmuring my name. "Lily, my Lily..." A sickening rage boiled inside me, but I was powerless to even shout at them to leave. Time lost all meaning until, at last, the storm passed. Shane, ruthless as ever, zipped up his pants and dismissed her with a frosty glare.

she breathed, “then I want it with you.” Alexander moaned, his strong, eager lips slamming into hers. In a way that nothing else could, the kiss was like fire, ripping through the oppressive cold and tying her to him. For a brief moment, they were the only ones, raw and unbreakable without any shadows or destiny. But the shadows didn’t care about their vow. The abyss roared louder, splitting wider, determined to remind her that desire was not enough to change fate. --- The laughter came again, cruel and echoing, filling the night with dread. “Kiss him all you want, little wolf. But you belong to me.”

My fear tangled with desire, and I hated myself for the way I melted into him, for the way I craved the very thing that terrified me. The kiss broke, leaving us both breathless. His forehead rested against mine, his voice low. “Don’t wander again,” he whispered. “The shadows have ears.” And then he was gone, slipping into the adjoining room, leaving me trembling, lips swollen, heart unsteady. I sank onto the bed, staring at the door he had vanished through. His words echoed in me, louder than the tick of the clock, louder than my own racing pulse. The shadows had ears. And I was starting to wonder if they also had teeth.

The sheer number of Shadows was overwhelming, casting a suffocating gloom over the Grotto, and I couldn't shake the feeling that they were responsible for this unimaginable gift. “Happy birthday, Princesss.” They slithered. “You restored my mate bond?” I asked with a gasp. The Shadows' collective voice was like a chilling whisper, their words dripping with an otherworldly intimacy as they spoke in unison. "We did, only for you though. Letsss keep thissss our little sssecret." The hissed promise sent a shiver down my spine, and then, as suddenly as they had appeared, The Shadows dissipated, their dark forms slithering away like living tendrils of night. As they vanished, the icy chill that ha

Not that it matters, since the small area means the shadow can’t get away. Kian’s teeth latch onto the shadow being, and he yanks, attempting to tear it away from Amora. The shadow hisses, wriggling in his grasp and squeezing tighter. A small, feeble squeak comes from Amora’s throat—the only sound she can make. Fury sends a wave of shadow smoke coming off my pitch black fur, and I lunge for the tendrils around her body. Snarls fill the air as Frost and Kian attack the shadow’s undulating form. I tear through the tendril wrapped around Amora’s neck, nicking her skin in the process, but the shadow being releases her with a startled, eerie scream.

He repeated. "Yes." She lifted his chin. "Be it man, beast, or child." She kissed his forehead. "Go." She whispered. Shadows wrapped around his body like a swarm of insects. It blankets over him. Pressed and swallowed until the shadows dispersed and he was gone. She let out a breath as she wiped her lips from where she kissed him. "If he dies, so be it." She said disdainfully. Karmina stepped from her room and followed the hall towards the stairwell that took her to the main hall. At the base of the stairs, she found a small gathering of Dark Witches waiting for her. She smiled as she came to a stop on the stairs and rested her hands on the rails. They turned to her, each with a smile on mar

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory pulsed with an uneasy stillness as the group moved deeper into its forest, the towering pack house a distant silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. The first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting faint golden streaks across the earth. Aurora Wildheart’s jet-black wolf form glided through the underbrush, her silver eyes gleaming with heightened awareness. The sinister energy she, Maya, and Kira had sensed upon entering the territory—a cold, clawing presence—surged stronger now, wrapping around her like a suffocating mist. The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum w

I reach out, and as a shadow finger presses against the shadow of the nearest crow, it moves, as if affected. “I can see it,” I gasp, grabbing Arthur’s hand. The vision intensifies, their true forms becoming crisper, and cleaner within their projected shadows. I try to reach out again with my shadow form, but the crow’s shadow moves again, blinking away from me just as I am about to grasp it.

In this charged moment, Jamal stood frozen, equally entranced by Natasha's presence. In the atmosphere of emotional connection, Natasha and Jamal found themselves drawn together, their bond felt strong that Natasha summoned the courage to inch closer to him, her heart racing as her lips met his for a tender kiss. Jamal, swept up in the moment, responded with equal passion,their lips meeting in a delicate dance that lingered briefly before pausing. After a minute filled with intense gazes, their lips met once more, this time with a deeper intensity that surpassed their initial connection.