Shadis Aot Novels & Stories

"You can't call me Elara anymore. From now on, it's Princess to you." Thorne hesitated. He was the only one of the four potential mates who could call me by my name in private, a sweet privilege I had given him. Just then, Isolde's crying got louder. She bit her lip and turned to Thorne. "My shoulder really hurts. What should I do?" Thorne's focus shifted back to her. He picked her up and started to leave. Without looking back, he said, "I promise, Princess." My heart broke into a million pieces.

"The ones who swore their lives to the truth. To protect the bloodline. The blood oath isn’t just a story it’s a bond. It’s magic, and it's tied to your very soul." I shook my head. This was too much. "I don’t understand. I just want to go back." Her smile faded a little. "You will. But you needed to see this first. The bond has awakened in you. It’ll only grow stronger from now on. The visions, the voices… they’ll return. You need to learn to control it. Or it will consume you." "Visions? Voices?" "The past lives of the Oathed," she said softly. "They live in you now."

Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation. Imade discovered Natasha's privileged status and was amazed by it. However, Natasha's father disapproved of her behavior and lifestyle, especially her involvement in parties and association with people from lower social classes. He eventually made the decision to send her overseas to pursue her studies in business administration. Natasha and Imade's friendship had only lasted for a year, but their bond went far beyond mere friendship. However, after Natasha's departure, all attempts to reach Imade proved futile. Her little phone had malfunctioned, causin

“Shad, we won’t get married until all of this chaos is behind us.” Shadrach abruptly pulled the car to the side of the road and turned to face her. “Griz, you’re right. As much as I’m eager for us to start our lives together, I want our marriage to be a clean slate for both of us—free from the shadows of our past.” Wynter nodded in agreement, her heart swelling with understanding. As she glanced out the window, her eyes widened. “Shad... stop the car.” Shadrach frowned but obeyed, his hands hovering over the steering wheel. “What is it, Griz?”

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

She was busy thinking about who Demian was and how she knew his name. Shada took out a concealer from her dressing table drawer and applied it to the lines under her eyes.It managed to camouflage her panda eyes a little. Not long after, there was the sound of a car horn in front of her house, followed by the short ping of Shada's cell phone.She checked her incoming messages and frowned when she read Max's name there. I'm already in front of the house.You're leaving with me today. -Max "Wow, what a coincidence!" Shada muttered happily and immediately went downstairs to meet Max.

We are all way too gossipy to keep a plan like that under wraps. “I can guarantee that those two have Shade on their payroll,” I say. “Yeah, that makes the most sense,” Hades replies. Shade is a witch/vampire hybrid and has been slinking around for close to 1000 years now. She will do whatever for the right price, so I know Vepar and Asmosday have to pay her extremely well to go along with this plan. We all know about Shade and what she does. We have left her alone because she hasn't bothered us. I am not sure what we should do now that she is involved in this shit.

When she thought about the possibility of the wound on her face recovering one day, Shirley asked impatiently, “What is it? What do you want in exchange?” Adam’s eyes lit up. “The anti-toxoid test reagent for AXT69.” As he spoke, an evident change came over Shirley’s expression. The glow and expectation in her eyes disappeared as well. “There isn’t any,” Shirley answered simply.

•|•|• It is strange that I now see the world through color since I met my Adeline. Not only the shades she paints, but the ones that form around her, visible to my eyes only. When it is Yellow, as it is usually, I am at peace and the Kingdom sleeps. But when it is red…even the leaves tremble. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME] I pity Shade. Immensely. It is not her fault that her heart is warm and her eyes kind, or that her lips are so immaculate whenever she speaks beauty weaves between her words—words that lure the wicked and trap the cruel.