Realm Of The Shadow Novels & Stories

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

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 listened intently as she spoke entranced by the story of our ancestors, this isn’t something you can read about in any book or scroll. “When the Shadow wolf was created, she was born with a complete soul, only two arms and two legs, she yielded the power of an original werewolf as well as the ones you know of today, but she was never given a mate since she had a complete soul. With each generation that passed I noticed my dear Shadow grow lonelier and lonelier and so with the help of Goddess Aphrodite and Maa Kali Devi we created another being that is made for you, but in order to create the Shadow wolf with a mate, we had to share your soul with him and his with you for the bond to be cre

A kingdom that looked like what it was — something dead pretending to live, something wrong pretending to be a world. He crossed into vampire territory at dawn, three days out from the human palace, wearing the plain clothes of a travelling servant and carrying papers that named him Renn, employed by a merchant house that did not exist. The border wasn't marked with walls or watchtowers. Just a shift in the road — the stones better-laid, the trees on either side older and unmolested, and a quiet that was different from the quiet he was used to. Not the quiet of absence. The quiet of something that had been left alone long enough to settle into itself. He kept walking.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

Only the silent need to be close. “You’re tense.” She observed, her hands touching my shoulders. “I am.” “Still worried about the Council?” “Yes.” She massaged the contracted muscles, her thumbs pressing the knots of tension. I closed my eyes. “Tell me about them.” She asked. “The Shadow Council. Who are they? What do they want?” “They are the rulers of the underworld. Not in Hell — Hell is another jurisdiction. But in the intermediate world. The Shadow Market. The pocket dimensions. The creatures that belong nowhere. The Council governs them.”

I pushed her away and she dropped to the ground, still under my compulsion spell. “Get lost!“ I ordered and she finally came to her senses, dashed up and fled the room. I wiped the blood that stained my lips as a devilish smile crept up my lips. Amelia must think she is safe in the king’s castle, she has no idea what she’s gotten into. *THE SHADOW REALM * In the abyss of the shadow realm, there are no walls, only mirrors which reflects the weight of the unseen. A figure, cloaked in black, eyes hollow like the void, stood across the obsidian well, whispering some unclear words into the well. Calling onto the spirits of the unknown.

Lyra's voice was weak. "Opening a door. When your witch blood mixes with Shadow Wolf power, it creates a special connection—strong enough to break the barrier between our world and the Shadow Realm.” Morgana’s eyes glowed silver. “Once that door is open, I can summon creatures far more powerful than that pathetic Beast Selene is fighting." "You're insane." "I'm ambitious." Morgana traced another symbol. "The Shadow Realm contains power beyond imagination. Ancient beings that could reshape this world. And all I need to control them is a tether—a living Shadow Wolf whose blood is bound to mine."

"Unless you want to die here. Your choice. I won't judge either way." "Who are you?" Lyra's voice came out as a croak. Raw, broken, tired. "Someone who knows what it's like to be thrown away." The woman crossed her arms. Her stance was casual but her eyes were alert. Watchful. "Name's Raven. You're in the rogue territories now, girl. This is where packs dump wolves they don't want anymore. Traitors. Criminals. Inconvenient truths. Wolves who asked too many questions or threatened the wrong people."