Lingering Shadow Novels & Stories

I hurriedly rushed her into my spiritual room and buried her inside the ashes before covering her body with dark clothes. "I just hope she wakes up," I muttered as I walked around the room trying to think of another option. I waited for several hours, but there was no sign of her waking up. I washed her face with black water and walked out of the building. I was about to enter my car when Elan's call came in. "What is it, Elan?" I asked. I'm frustrated already, I don't need anyone adding to it, but Elan wouldn't just give me a breathing space.

A formless face with dead, lidless eyes peering at her. She blinked and turned away. Discovered Harrow still by the window. “And how will your wrong feed this hallowed, hollow ground,” the shadow said, bending low, the lipless mouth parting in a glimpse of cracking fire and bleeding red. It was close to her now. “What will you pray, what will you say, when wood parts flesh and scrapes bone?” Harrow, she wanted to say but could not. The shadow by the bed stood, head tilted skyward. Its brethren dancing on her ceiling paused as if hearing some silent clarion call.

Their dark presence coalesced from the very air itself to envelop us in an icy, unsettling chill. The Shadows' emergence seemed to have a palpable, living quality to it, as if every Shadow that existed had indeed converged upon us, drawn by the tumultuous emotions and the rekindling of the mate bond. The air was heavy with their presence, making it hard to breathe. I could feel their collective gaze upon us, like a physical weight pressing down. 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.

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

The shadowy figure remained a constant presence, an enigmatic guide leading them through the labyrinth of their own reflections. The unexpected figure's emergence marked a shift in the trials. It lingered in the shadows, a silhouette that seemed both familiar and elusive. The guardian's voice warned of greater trials ahead, and the trio steeled themselves for the challenges that awaited. Confronting the shadowy figure, uncertainty clung to Lin, Hunter, and Stereo. The figure whispered cryptic words, its presence casting an aura of mystery. They stood on the precipice of an unknown fate, the Veil of Shadows vibrating with anticipation.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

For a woman in love, nothing is more heart-wrenching than living in the shadow of your mate’s lost love. He remained silent for a long while, shifting his gaze at the moon. His silence confirmed my assumption, and my nose tingled as tears began streaming uncontrollably. A relentless storm of anguish enveloped my heart. In my eighteen years of life, it was the first time I felt such intense pain. It's a pain that permeates every fiber of my being, an ache that seems to have no end. The pleasure from his gentle touch still lingered on my fingertips, refusing to dissipate. I understood that was our first and last touch.

The remnants of the shadow’s influence lingered like smoke, curling through broken branches and splintered trunks. Kael moved beside her, still pale from the battle but steady. His hand brushed hers occasionally, a reminder of the bond they had just fought to reclaim. Each contact was electric, a spark in the darkness, but Aria’s mind was not at peace. The Keeper’s warning echoed relentlessly in her thoughts: the shadow would rise again, and this time, it would not be so easily fought. “They’re still out there,” she whispered, her eyes scanning the forest floor. “I can feel it — lingering, waiting.”