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Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.

The moonlight filtering through the boarded windows casted his shadows like a shawl and, making him look even more imposing than before. “Shit! You scared the living daylights out of me!" River exclaimed, clutching her chest. Just what trouble had she gotten herself into?!

The darkness enveloped the lakeside in an enchanting gloom. The old trees, as if they knew all the secrets of the night, towered high, casting mysterious shadows that swayed on the surface of the calm water. It was here that Alex and Victor sat together. The atmosphere was tense. "I can't believe what I heard from you earlier, Victor. It's like a fairy tale. How could..." Alex's speech was cut short when his ears caught the sound of a scream. Yes, that's right, it was a scream. A scream full of fear.

The Bloodmoon Pack’s territory pulsed with an uneasy stillness as the group moved deeper into its forest, the towering pack house a distant silhouette against the pre-dawn sky. The first rays of dawn struggled to pierce the dense canopy, casting faint golden streaks across the earth. Aurora Wildheart’s jet-black wolf form glided through the underbrush, her silver eyes gleaming with heightened awareness. The sinister energy she, Maya, and Kira had sensed upon entering the territory—a cold, clawing presence—surged stronger now, wrapping around her like a suffocating mist. The mission to uncover the Nightshade Pack’s secrets had taken on a visceral urgency, and the forest itself seemed to hum w

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

The river began to ripple. Though there was no wind. Shadows stretched unnaturally long across the water. Reaching. Claiming. Sipho felt the Darkness inside himself answering. Calling back. Like two halves recognizing each other. It was dividing. Multiplying. “Stop!” he screamed. For the first time— It didn’t listen. The child’s feet slowly lifted from the riverbed. Just slightly. Floating. Eyes rolling black. Completely black. The eldest screamed behind him. Sipho stepped forward—

I could feel it, a cold pressure at the back of my mind. It is gaining, Cassian said. I know. We cannot outrun it forever. Then we find somewhere to make a stand, I said. Somewhere the shadow is weak. Lysander pointed ahead. A river, he said. Wide. Fast. The shadow cannot cross running water. It is one of the old laws. We ran toward the river. The shadow screamed behind us. The ground shook. Trees fell. We reached the bank. The water was dark, churning, too wide to jump.

POV DARLENE The silence that followed the destruction of the obsidian bridge was a physical weight, a thick, suffocating blanket that seemed to drown out even the frantic pulse of my own heart. I stood at the jagged edge of the cavern, my fingers digging into the cold, damp stone until my knuckles turned white. Below, the River of Shadows churned with a violent, ink-black froth, its waters having swallowed the crimson fire of the man who had become my entire world.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

“Or maybe I’ve just stopped running from what I am.” The path narrowed as we moved deeper into the woods. The mist thickened. Even the birds stopped singing. After a while, we reached a dark clearing. Before us stretched a wide river, the River of Shadows. Its surface was black, smooth, and eerily still. No ripples. No wind. Just silence. Hardin squinted. “Doesn’t look like normal water.” “It’s not,” Lotus said through my mind. Her voice was steady. “Be careful, Jade. This river feeds on emotion. Fear makes it stronger.”