Movie Shadow X Reader Novels & Stories

Chase warns him. “The weird little thing I couldn’t figure out has shown its purpose. It’s positioned perfectly at my clit, and it’s sucking while Hudelone rails into me. Heat burns through my bones, and I’m silenced by the pleasure that builds,” Jax reads aloud with a grin. “Okay, stop reading the fucking book!” Chase laughs, shaking his head as he walks off. “I’m reading them all. Every single one of her books,” Jax smirks, clearly enjoying himself.

I had heard rumours of a book that was hidden here, a book that held the secrets of my kind. I searched the shelves, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw it. A book with a cover made of black leather, adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. “The history of the lycanthropic dragons” I pulled the book down, my hands shaking with excitement. I opened the cover and began to read. Arwan walked forward, “What are you doing?” “Reading books, I need to know more and understand more about myself. Everything is blurry right now, I can't control my powers without understanding it.” I responded calmly.

This time the cloaked figure met him at the top of the stairs and said, "Not tonight. Let's explore." They walked deeper into the hall and entered a library and the figure pulled a book off of the shelf and opened the page without ever showing Anders the spine of the book. Anders was too trusting in his dreams, for dream casting wasn't a power known to either the Schatten or the Toten in the 1100's. To Anders this was just a silly dream and nothing more. "Let's read poetry this evening. The words are so hauntingly beautiful and you will make them just sing off of the page. Here try this."

I swiped it on and put it on speaker since I was finishing some dishes. “Hello, this is Rae.” “Rae, this is Tyler Perry,” a voice said. “Ha-ha-ha, that’s funny, did Cynthia put you up to this? She’s quite the jokester,” I said ready to hang up. “No, it really is Tyler, I can put you on video chat if you don’t believe me. Look Cynthia gave me a copy of your book, and I have to tell you, I’m obsessed. I couldn’t put it down and I think your story is incredible.

The flickering sparks danced across her smiling face, but in that glow, I suddenly saw Alyssa's silhouette from last year's Moon Goddess Festival. She was standing by the altar, setting off her own fireworks. "Matteo, this color is so beautiful." I snapped back to reality and blinked hard. "What's wrong? You don't look so good," Sabrina said, coming to stand in front of me. I shook my head with a frown, and Sabrina grabbed another firework and went to play by the shore alone. Why did Alyssa's shadow keep haunting my mind? I grew increasingly irritated. I sat on the rocks for a long time before finally pulling out my phone and opening Alyssa's chat window.

It showed. Maren's session convened anyway. The traitor motion was tabled. Then official Reyn — older, carrying the look of someone who had been saving something up — stood and read from the documentation aloud. Three pages. The administrative trail. The commendations. The names. He read slowly and clearly, the way you read something when you want every person in the room to have time to absorb it. Nobody stopped him.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains depictions of physical assault, domestic abuse, non-consensual sexual contact, and severe distress. Reader discretion is advised. A suffocating numbness settled over me as I walked toward the exit of Sitio Maligaya. The night air was biting, blowing with a fierce coldness that seemed to perfectly mimic the agonizing ache deep inside my chest. The tears in my eyes had already dried up, but the burning sting they left behind only intensified with every single minute that ticked by.

"What I mean is let me shower first so I would smell good and we could make love before leaving. She only nodded. He grinned and kissed her lips passionately. She waited in the living room while reading emails from Shadow—Sabrina's shadow although Sabrina doesn't have her memories, her plan still lives. Now she wonders, who is this shadow? How can he work like this? It took her a long time to think. So she tried to track his IP address but it's untraceable. Could it be Enzo?

"Little Heir, you’re looking a bit peaky. Is the Aurelius hospitality too cold for you?" Xavier’s voice cut through the clinking of silver against bone china. He sat too close. The Shadow Pack Alpha radiated a manufactured warmth that filled the space between them like a thick, cloying steam. He smiled, teeth perfectly white, eyes crinkling in a way that screamed 'trust me' while his scent—a sharp, ozone-charged sandalwood—pushed aggressively against the edges of the room.

“Exactly. We control what he sees, what he believes in. And We make him think he’s winning while we tighten the noose. And tonight… he won’t know which shadow is real and which isn’t real.” I let out a short and bitter laugh, more like a bark of tension. “I’ve been living in this shadows for weeks back, Xavier. You’re telling me now I have to be the shadow tonight?” “Yes,” he said simply. “You are the storm that can’t be predicted everything. The ghost he can’t pin down. And trust me… that scares him more than anything.”