Running From The Shadow Of Hopeless Love Novels & Stories

KAREN’S POV The shadows shouldn’t have failed. I kept replaying that thought as I stood by the window, fingers digging into the sill until the wood cracked beneath my nails. Below me, the courtyard shimmered with moonlight, silver dust coating the stones like frost. My shadows—my loyal, obedient creations—had never failed before. They were supposed to be silent, invisible, efficient. But this time, they came back in pieces, ripped apart by a force I didn’t even understand.

Each breath she took reminded her of his scent, each step she moved reminded her of his pace. Each time she walked she remembers his voice. He was like a disease that comes and goes without invitations. She used to believe that her only partner would be her shadow. Whenever it gets dark, the shadow disappeared and she was left with nightmares and ugly memories of the past. Whenever the sun rises her shadow appears to keep her company till the sun shy away from the moon and its brightness. Like two forbidden lovers, never meant to meet. What should I do? Her heart yearns for his love yet so scared to love him. She longs for a family yet afraid to lose them. She pray for a partner yet afraid t

I lifted my head, looked straight into its cold empty eyes, and spoke clear and loud and sure. “They are afraid because they do not understand. But you… you do not understand anything at all. You think power means taking, breaking, ruling. You think being strong means being alone. You think my greatest gift is that I hold two powers… but you are wrong. My greatest gift is that I was loved. That I was taught. That I was given every chance to be good. And you… you were given nothing. You were made only to destroy. And that is why you will always be weaker than me.” The shadow’s face twisted, smooth features cracking into something sharp and ugly. “You think love will save you? Love is a chain.

Let alone in one piece. With a menacing growl, Shadow sprinted towards the roadside and leaped onto the grassy verge before disappearing into the thick forest. I knew the time would come when I’d have to overpower him, and I knew it wouldn’t be easily done. But I couldn’t sit back and watch as he snuffed out the life of the woman I loved. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself.

“We find where the shadow was born. We end the silence forever.” A new journey had begun. We would track the source of the shadow’s birth, deep in the cold void where it first learned to feed. Or we would lose Aria’s voice… and every soul already trapped in its silence. The cliff between hope and despair had never felt so narrow. The shadow waited patiently in the dark. Or love would end it at the source.

“We did. I did. There is no absolution for that. If you want me dead, you have it. My neck. My blood. My ghosts. But killing me will not erase what is coming.” Luna’s eyes were dark. “You called her my Queen,” Kerran said suddenly. “But you called her ‘runt’ a moment ago. Which is it? Enemy? Object of contempt? Or… something else?” Varik’s gaze flicked to him. “You misunderstand Shadow,” he said. “We do not hate *runt.* We are made of runts. Cast-offs. Broken things that learned to thrive in the dark. We hated *hope.* The idea that a runt could rise to the Moon and still choose mercy. That offended us more than any storm.”

“Run!” We ran. Ran blindly, crashing through the woods, churning dead leaves under us, as branches whipped our faces. Flashes of moonlight cast shadows I couldn’t stand to look at. They were right behind us. I knew we couldn’t outrun them, but my legs kept hammering away underneath me. The shadows were right behind and at any second they would catch us. I felt them on my skin and in the pit of my stomach. I heard them whisper fiercely inside my head. “There’s no hope,” they told me. “There’s never been. You are ours for the taking.”

he tells me. I look at him in disbelief. We both know that I can suggest that, but she won't agree. "She loves you too now, doesn't she?" he asks me before smacking his hand on a nearby table. "Do you know what you're actually doing? You are selling away your family for the sake of someone else! This is betrayal of the highest form," he says, looking at me. "I expected a lot more from you. You can't have contact with her; it's going to make you soft." "I don't have any cause with destroying the Shadow Fang," I tell him defiantly. But he retorts sharply, "But you have problems destroying it with her in it. And destroying her. She's part of the Shadow Fang."

"Don't blame me if you get hurt." "I won't get hurt," Shadow replied confidently. "And I won't leave you alone." "Fuck! You won't understand the pain of getting your hopes crushed," Weylin looked away. "You won't understand the pain of unrequited love." "No one can understand the pain of unrequited love better than me," Shadow replied, voice sounding cold, trying to hide the hidden pain. "Huh?!" Weylin's jaws almost slacked. He never expected the assassin to have someone she loved.

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.