Novel & Cerita Kissed By Shadows

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.

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.

Heart racing, Vanadine sought the source of the growl, eventually picking out a shape in the gloom. The shadow of the citadel hid a great deal but enough light penetrated to allow him to see the creature that was stalking him. The syphia was one of the largest Vanadine had ever seen, roughly equivalent in height to a pony on Earth. Muscles rippled beneath its sleek, black and white fur and teeth peeled back from inch long fangs that would meet and cross in a scissoring action, rending flesh with ease. Eyes the colour of midnight skies regarded him with dispassionate hatred.

As a result, both Dark and Z were already catching their breath, though Dark still looked confident. “It appears you can’t beat me.” There was a hint of disappointment in his voice. “Why I’ve thought, Z, that you’ll give me much entertainment? Are you ready to face the consequence of boring the hell out of me?” Z nodded at Kleint who grinned. He wheeled his hands, his heart drumming a little. A purplish light outlined his curves as his shadow stretched out of his body, circling him like some kind of horse welcoming its owner. Kleint patted it on the head, and it stretched all around the dimension. In less than a minute, the shadow of his shadow shaded the bluish lights of the dimension, plun

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

I lit the candles again, setting the silver bowl in the center. A few drops of blood slid from the fresh cut on my finger, staining the water crimson, and for a brief second, it glowed. Just like before. But then again, shadows curled up the walls, not elegant or inviting, but jagged and wild, like claws trying to scrape free. I leaned closer, whispering the words I’d been given, repeating it and repeating. “Soon, Manny. You’ll love me. No one will take you away.” The shadows shivered. They twisted until shapes began to form faces, maybe, eyes watching me, but then they slipped back into nothing, leaving me scared.

The girl carefully takes my hand and shakes it. "S-so... you love a police officer?" "Nice isn't it? How amazing is it for illegal shadows and emergency sirens to mix together?"