Of Love And Shadows Book Novels & Stories

“But so were Sheryl and Lilith.” A dark shadow passed over Cael’s face. He remained still, a little hint of annoyance escaped his usually unreadable expression. His jaw clenched slightly. Then, in an unexpected gesture, his hand brushed against hers, barely a touch, but enough to send warmth through her fingertips. For the briefest of moments, his gaze softened. Then he pulled away. Without another word, he turned and left the room, his movements sharp. --- A while later, the door swung open again, and Lucy came rushing in, followed closely by Alara, her midwife.

I couldn’t close my mouth or stop the sounds coming out of my throat. “Mmm,” moaned the shadow and drove his hand in deeper. I felt him push into my brain, into my lungs. His darkness flowed through my veins, forcing my blood to cling to the walls of my arteries in horror and self-preservation. Reed Taylor and Mouth were both shouting, waving their arms and trying to get my attention. I saw Reed Taylor try to wrench himself free of the shadow’s hand, but I couldn’t focus. I couldn’t move. All that existed was agony and the hatred that coursed through me. Reed Taylor had been right: It was hatred that the Tip-Toe Shadow thought of as love.

His mouth opened and closed, failing to formulate a coherent sentence. Giving up, he pulled Shadow closer and hugged even tighter. She felt like she almost lost her breath, but it was worth it. “Are you serious?” Shadow curled up a sincere smile. The voice of her lover was low, insecure, and sounded scared. “Yes, I am serious. I love you, in fact, too much. As much as you’re obsessed with me, I too, am obsessed with you. Every day, I was thinking about you.” She confessed. “I know.” He confessed too. “I mean, this might sound illegal, but some of your emotion was written in the book. Sometimes, Wan peeled off your emotions to get the raw feeling.”

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.

My lips felt so sore and bruise as we both look at each other, stopping our hunger from each other’s lips and panting with our mouth part open with lust and pure pleasure. Gather yourself, Amara. I tightly shut my eyes and suck in deep breaths to calm myself from all of these. He was trying to distract me and he was successful. But this destruction will not do us anything. It will only prolong the agony inside of me. The agony and sorrow for his shadow of the past. For the shadow that he doesn’t want to re-appear in our life. One thing that I have learned, shadows are meant to stay on the dark but some needed to come in the light for it might cause a whirlpool change in someone’s life and th

But his voice wavers—just a little—and that’s what makes me take one step closer. Before I can respond, I feel the strength of the shadows encasing me. A sharp pain courses through my body, and for a moment, the darkness swallows me whole. But then, Shadow’s hands wrap around me—steady, relentless. His energy flows into mine, merging with it, and for an instant, all I feel is him. His love, his rage, his pain… everything. It’s as if our souls are intertwined so deeply we cannot live without each other. “I told you I didn’t care what happened,” Shadow replies, his eyes blazing with overwhelming intensity. “You won’t tear us apart. You can’t.”

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

a voice said from the shadows near the door. ​I jumped, the golden light around me turning into a jagged aura of protection. I looked toward the corner, and I saw a woman stepping out of the darkness. She was tall, with hair the color of midnight and eyes that looked like swirling galaxies. She was wearing a dress of woven starlight that seemed to shift and change as she moved. ​"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice echoing with the Alpha’s authority. "How did you get past the guards?" ​The woman smiled, a sad, knowing expression. "The guards cannot see what the shadows do not wish them to see, Winifred. I am the one who wrote the book you found in the archive. I am the First Shadow."

When it was done she came to the vampire kingdom with two trunks of books and a third trunk of everything else, and Pip appointed himself her official guide with the same intensity he had applied to Aldric, and Orla assessed her over dinner in a way that was partly medical and partly the evaluation of someone deciding whether a new person was worth knowing, and concluded apparently yes on both counts. Aldric watched this happen from across the dining hall and felt something that he had not had a word for until recently. The word was home. The feeling was the specific quality of a place that knew you, that had people in it who were yours, that continued to exist and be itself regardless of wh

Adrian stood in a meadow, sunlight pouring through a pale sky. His mother was there, standing at a distance in her familiar white gown, her smile the same as when she used to tuck him in at night. “Adrian,” she called softly, her voice a balm. “You’ve grown into everything I hoped for. I’m proud of you.” He took a step forward, heart leaping. “Mom—don’t go, please—” But the sunlight dimmed. The air thickened. Dark clouds rolled across the meadow, swallowing the light. His mother’s figure began to blur, fading like mist until only her gown remained—dropped on the grass, soaked red with blood.