Shadow Amy Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I said, and she looked at my face. “I can't! You bastard! You can't run from the supreme being because you are not the supreme being. The era is over; you are just Amy!” she said in denial as he wanted to attack me with spells again. I don't know why she is so adamant about killing me and dominating! I laughed and looked at her for a while before stretching my hands towards her, and just like that, the sun came crashing through the fake sky they put up, and it landed on her body.

I really do hope she likes her birthday gift. It was special to me, my mother had given me the pendant to give to my fated but that never happened. I started walking towards the other end of the pack house to reach the Alpha's office. Roman has been acting really weird towards Shadow. I don't know what he has up his sleeve but me and my wolf Zaine don't like it one bit. We've grown overly protective of Shawdow in these past years. I enter through the pack house doors and make my way upstairs taking two steps at a time.

Dario. Amy didn’t wait, she moved in and that’s when it went wrong, the Ambush they had been waiting, seven men, heavily armed not Capetti, not Merchetti — the shadow family. The ones who had sold their loyalty to whichever side paid more. Amy ducked behind a marble column, reloading. One of her men was already down, the other was screaming. A bullet grazed her thigh, she stumbled. Another smashed into her shoulder. The outfit slowed it, but the force knocked her back. Blood in her mouth, smoke in her lungs. She heard her name once and then — silence, she collapsed.

“I know the way you flinch when people say your name like it’s a curse. I know your shadows try to protect you even when you pretend you don’t need them.” Her stomach twisted in a way that made her breath hitch. The shadows along her spine coiled tighter, whispering in a language only she could hear—warnings, affirmations, something that felt like longing and danger all at once. “And I know you’re lying when you say you don’t want me around.”

Her eyes glowed faint silver for a second. “Touch me again,” she whispered, voice layered with something dangerous, “and I’ll let my babies eat your hearts.” They scrambled away, sobbing. Aria stood in the alley, breathing hard, hands trembling. She looked down at her belly. “Mommy’s learning,” she murmured. “We’re going to be okay.” But that night, as she lay in bed tracing the stretch marks forming on her skin, a new scent drifted through the cracked window,faint, wolf, familiar. Shadowthorn. Someone was looking for her.

Dark patches appeared across Raymond’s wrists, then his shoulders, back, and parts of his thighs. “They’re burns from silver,” he said in a voice so cold, the temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees. Draegan let out a broken, humorless laugh as he paced back and forth, his hands clenched at his sides. “They tortured him… poisoned him… made him suffer.” Another scan appeared, Raymond’s shoulder.

“Yes.” “You took my brother.” “I gave you your brother.” “You took Amara.” “I gave you Amara.” “You took my memories.” “I gave you truth.” Lucian’s eyes narrowed. “What do you want?” The Shadow answered: “I want my children.” ⸻ Amara stood before the same darkness. The little girl beside her disappeared. The First Shadow appeared. It towered over her. “You came back.” Amara raised her chin. “I came to destroy you.” “You came because you love him.”

"Anastasia, you're so good at guessing. Why don't you try guessing why Celeste's phone is in my hands?" My mind exploded, and I blurted out, "Shadow." The voice on the other end chuckled. "Anastasia, I can't kill you, but I can kill Celeste. I'll give you half an hour. Show up in front of me, and I'll let her go. What do you think?" "I won't go," I answered firmly, without hesitation. Shadow let out an audible gulp on the other end. "Anastasia, I know you. Don't try to act tough. If you don't show up, I'll send you a picture of Celeste... in pieces."

I puffed out a sigh of relief that Arwan was safe, and then I faced the dark walkers rushing towards me to attack. **🥀** 🥀ARWAN'S POV🥀 I struggled, pulling myself away from the vice grip of Arlo and Clara. As I was dragged into the shadows, I watched in horror as the person I loved most in this world slowly self-destructed. I ached to reach out, to wrap my arms around her and hold her close. To whisper words of comfort and reassurance in her ear. To tell her that everything would be okay, that I would be there to support her through the darkest of times.

The sting of that dismissal still lingered, as sharp as the moment it happened. Naomi shook her head, her curls bouncing slightly with the movement. “Amara, men like Adrian… they come with shadows. The kind you can’t always see until you’re standing right in the middle of them. Maybe Damian is one of those shadows. Maybe he’s the worst of them. But the real question is this: are you ready to live with those shadows if you choose to stay?” Amara stirred her cup, watching the liquid ripple as though her reflection might give her the answer she couldn’t find. “I don’t know anymore, Naomi.”