Rain Of Shadows And Endings Book 2 Novels & Stories

The perfect grey shade to my dark persona. "We'll stay by each other's side, always and forever" she whispers. We rest our foreheads together, "Always and forever" I promise, keeping her close to me. __________________ THE END! This book has finally ended after a long hiatus. Thank you everyone who waited patiently for the epilogue. Thank you for giving my book a chance, I appreciate each and every reader. Till we meet with a new book, bub bye! ♥️❤️ Moniba

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

I'll make it right, I swear. Though I was awake, my body refused to obey me. I could only watch, tears streaming, as their breaths grew ragged. Shane, lost in his own world, kept murmuring my name. "Lily, my Lily..." A sickening rage boiled inside me, but I was powerless to even shout at them to leave. Time lost all meaning until, at last, the storm passed. Shane, ruthless as ever, zipped up his pants and dismissed her with a frosty glare.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

“Then the suffering they were meant to remember becomes free.” The hum spikes sharply. Somewhere behind us, a shout rings out, another voice raised in alarm, another ripple of fear spreading through the castle. Kael swears under his breath. I close my eyes, pressing a hand to my chest, feeling the heartbloom burn like a living brand. Nyxara was right about one thing. Endings don’t erase consequences. They scatter them. I open my eyes. My hands stop shaking. “If this ends,” I say quietly, the words settling into me with terrifying clarity, “it ends by my hands.”

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

Eighteen Years Ago The Shadow Pack burned that night; the storm came first, then came the lightning. It split the sky in two; thunder shook the very foundation of the pack, like the growl of a vengeful god. The rain lashed out, falling heavily, but it didn't quench the fire swallowing the packhouse whole. The flames devoured the Alpha's mansion and everything that stood in their way. Hidden in the hollow oak tree is a child with jet-black hair clutching a leather-bound book to her chest.

There’s a disorienting sense of disbelief, as my mind refuses to accept the harsh reality staring back at me. I have to get out of here… - the thought blares in my head but I am completely arrested. Unable to move. My world shatters for the second time this evening, into a million jagged irreparable pieces. The shattered fragments of my delusions cut deep into my soul. I want to scream, to lash out at the injustice of it all, yet I find myself paralyzed by the sheer magnitude of the betrayal. Not even the rejection had hurt as much as this. As I sit there, frozen in a moment of unbearable agony, I realize that there is no coming back from this. I can't change this. The sanctity of the mating

Maria obeyed this request, standing uncertainly in front of her. - Whatever you will see now...- Nadir turned to Juan and Miguel.-... don't be afraid for Maria, because she won't get hurt, or anyone else in this room.- she assured and turned her gaze back to Maria. Suddenly, from behind Nadir's back, two huge, pitch-black wings rose, her eyes literally lit with fire, and a terrifying growl emerged from her mouth. It was Nadir's form as Fallen Angel, and she turned into it to induce an instinctive reaction in Maria, and she succeeded. People who did not know about the angelic element that was in them usually found out about everything suddenly when they encountered a demon or a Fallen Angel o

🇦​🇧​🇩​🇺​🇱​🇱​🇦​🇭​ 🇦​🇱​🇻​🇮​ Past- August 4th, 2032 'Desire is so sinful and delicious. Some desires are seen as acceptable, and some are not. So society will brainwash us. And will make sure that we do not pursue these desires. But the temptation is forbidden fruit, and sometimes you need to take a bite, even if you cannot go back to the light. The shadows are my home now. And thanks to the beast inside of me, I love it. I always wonder if I can ever be normal again. But I don't really care.'