Live Action Shadow Novels & Stories

And a single line of text. Marry him tomorrow, and your brother dies that night.

Alberto grinned and threw a wink at me. I was feeling immensely uncomfortable at that moment and during the ride, I just wanted to wake up and tell myself that this is not real, it was only a dream. Or maybe I'm being pranked, I would love for that right now. But then reality h it t me and I realized that I had actually really been pushed into a pond, scored injuries that could hurt for a lifetime, and I'm wearing a shoe that I don't even know how to walk in. Sinister was probably going to attract attention for everyone to look at me and how horribly shameful I would be at the function.

“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.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

The radiance on his face was undeniable as they made their way to the hall where the grand unveiling of the new project was set to take place. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as Rex's mother, amidst a hushed silence, ceremoniously cut the long, stretched ribbon. As the curtains gracefully rose, an array of breathtaking art pieces and designs were revealed, leaving the crowd in awe. Men and women alike wandered through the hall, marveling at each masterpiece on display.

They snap, one by one, each fracture a lightning strike to my soul. Stop! The meadow dissolves. The chamber rushes back. The machines explode. Veyra is thrown against the wall. Ryland shields the twins, his roar swallowed by the blast. I collapse, gasping, my skin raw but clean. The silver veins are gone. But the screen still bleeds—the shadow is here. The city shakes. The Architect’s laughter echoes through the streets. *You can’t kill a shadow, he whispers. *But you can bleed for trying.

Shadow opened the door effortlessly and looked at Ed and Archer in confusion. “How are you two going to get these people away?” He pointed towards the people piled on the floor. “Show off!” Ben scoffed as he looked outside and explained to Shadow “He must have got the Cloaking vector.” “Ha…. Ha…ha…. what happened to your face?” Archer burst out laughing as he saw Shadow’s face. Shadow ignored him and walked forward to touch the vehicle. He ran his hand on the sides with an almost dreamy expression. “Boss, I want to ride this.”

In those shots, Jennifer and Nelson were up to no good, playing games that made them look less like students and more like the main characters in explicit films. The debacle at my school? Already viral, thanks to a classmate's video. Jennifer's good name? Trashed. Unfortunately, I was Jennifer then. All that disgust, all that scorn, all the rage: it was all coming down on me. "Jennifer's got no shame, taking pictures like that at her age." "She's gotta be crawling with something nasty, with all the dirt she's rolling in." "I knew it, I caught a whiff of something foul off her."