Ldshadowlady Instagram Novels & Stories

Fight the darkness🌬️ Ayanna's laughter mocked Shadow. "I am the darkness. And Louis Is Mine." 🌬️ I see... You're truly the Darkness... You have finally lost your soul.. if only you listened to me... Hope when you recover you won't regret you action.. cos I will be off no help to you... I'm just as powerless As your other Daughter.. Almandra 🌬️. Shadow cold voice whispered with a pained smile before she disappeared from their presence... The mirror's surface rippled once more, revealing Sapphire's reflection.

The cold night air did little to cool the heat that still clung to her skin. Then, with her phone vibrating in her pocket, Willow whipped it out for a look. “See that? I can make him leave you with one phone call.” The message was dripping with smug satisfaction. Willow tugged at her collar, took a photo of her well-loved neck, and sent it out. A message soon came in. “You have no shame!” Willow grinned. A barrage of messages continued to flood her phone. Without reading the texts, Willow knew the content was insults and hate directed at her.

com/Lara-Soultaker-Author-100194768690927 Instagram y TikTok @larasoultaker Author: Lara Soultaker

Panic seized my chest, and I instinctively took a step backward. CREAK. The ancient wooden floorboard beneath my bare foot gave off a sharp, loud groan. Horror crashed over me. I turned on my heel, scrambling to run back toward my room in the pitch-black darkness of the hallway. Before I could take even three steps, a cold, powerful hand shot out of the shadows, grabbing my wrist with a grip like an iron shackle and slamming me back against the hallway wall. I opened my mouth to scream, but a gloved hand instantly clamped down over my lower face, smothering the sound completely.

The moon hung low and blood-red over the jagged peaks of the Highlands. The wind whispered through the twisted branches, carrying secrets from the past and warnings of the future. In the cold shadows beneath a crumbling archway, a figure moved like smoke silent, unseen, and deadly. Her eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the firelight from the distant pack camp far below. Her name was Liora. She was the Shadowborn chosen, a guardian of ancient magic and dark truths buried long before the first bond was made.

Anyone found exposing her photos without our consent will face legal action. I also wish to state that @Scarlett Taylor (Shadow) is an exceptionally talented and dedicated writer. She began creating at thirteen, choosing literature out of pure passion. Her perseverance stems from the support of her readers. Thus, I hope that while she diligently works on her craft, everyone will focus on her works. She values recognition for her writing far more than personal attention. Of course, even if the whole world fails to recognize her, to me she will always be the best. She may be Shadow to hundreds of millions of fans worldwide, but to me, she is simply my beloved Scarlett.

“Shadows only bow to one thing. Power that surpasses theirs.” Before I could react, the portal pulsed again. A figure stepped through. The shadows parted around her like she was the center of gravity itself. My breath froze. Lysandra. Stepmother. Queen. Dressed in a gown of shimmering black, embroidered with purple sigils that pulsed like bleeding stars. Her crown glinted with dark diamonds. Her smile was gentle and cruel at once. She walked on the Earth’s soil as if she had always belonged here. She looked around, taking in the wolves, the fallen soldiers, the glow around me.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Before we got to the front, I handed the phone to Eddy to get away from Susan’s insistence. “I don’t want to talk to anyone. Only if Luke calls will you give me the phone? Put Susan on hold. She’s getting annoying.” I turned to Carla with an admiring expression on my face. She was absolutely gorgeous, dressed in a tight black dress that sublimely highlighted her wasp waist. Her silhouette was generous in the bust area, and her cleavage certainly drew the eyes of all men. The floor-length dress had a generous slit that showed off her entire right leg and charming back. Her perfectly straight, pale hair fell elegantly down her back. His facial features were absolutely impeccable. Her slender e

Illuminated by the phone's light, I saw Hilda lying on her back beneath the staircase. I immediately rushed over and crouched down to check her condition. There was a ten-centimeter-long bruise on her forehead, oozing a lot of blood. It was probably from when the power went out in the house, and she accidentally fell down the stairs. The blood on the floor had half-dried, indicating that she had been lying here for a while.