Shadow And Cream Novels & Stories

He was watching me become a queen of shadows, not a queen of wolves. I didn't hesitate. I pressed the blade to my palm, my blood, the blood of the Shadow Queen, welling up from the cut. It was a dark, crimson color, almost black in the moonlight. I let it drip onto the ground, each drop sizzling as it hit the earth, a hiss of dark energy meeting the soil.

The battlefield was seconds from devolving into bloodshed. And then the ground itself split open. With a thunderous crack, the earth beneath Serena trembled and tore. Black stone erupted upward, jagged and gleaming, forming into something vast and terrible. The shape rose higher and higher until it cast its shadow over the entire clearing. A throne. Carved from obsidian, veined with veins of glowing violet light. Half temple, half prison. The Shadow Throne. Serena stumbled back, but the shadows around her seized her wrists, pulling her forward. She struggled, heart pounding, but her own wolf’s voice whispered in her skull.

"He would." Cort looked at the wall for a moment. The expression of someone doing arithmetic that kept producing the same unwelcome answer no matter how many times they checked it. "I thought I was serving something," he said. Not bitterly. Just plainly — the way you said things that were true and turned out to be smaller than you had believed. "You were," Aldric said. "You just didn't know what it actually was. That's not the same thing as choosing it." "Is that how you made peace with it?"

I joked. “Only if it comes with sauce that I get to lick?” I instinctively pressed my legs together as I throbbed at his words. He ran his hand over my forearm, leaving goosebumps and tingling in his wake. There was no control over my breath, quickening. Quickly, it was followed by my heartbeat speeding up. The waiter returned, “Are you ready to order.” “We’ll take the chocolate cake with extra sauce.” Damian answered. His eyes never left mine as he handed the menus back to the waiter.

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

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

“You haven’t spoken to them since?” “No,” Raven finished the beer. “Another?” He asked. “Yeah, thanks. Should we order pizza?” Shadow opened his phone. “What do you like on it?” “Meat, no fruit.” Shadow snorted his laughter. “You have a problem with pineapple?” “And olives. They grow on trees, so they’re a fruit, right?” “I guess so,” Shadow was flummoxed. “I’ve never thought about it. Now I’m going to have to look it up. Garlic bread?”

He could understood who wouldn't be proud by getting gift from her because she is so precious like an angel to be true. Suddenly Shadow's eyes fell on the oven cream shop and he immediately rolled down on the road. Joaquin stopped and looked at him confusingly. He showed his doe eyes to Joaquin and then panted looking at the ice cream shop. Joaquin trailed his eyes at the ice cream shop and then back at Shadow.

I went for a light, spongy cake with fluffy whipped cream frosting and a layer of fresh strawberries. As I shut the door and tip the delivery girl, I hear a shuffling behind me. Hikaru has curled up on one lounger with a tablet. Their damp hair falls over their eyes and they tucked their bare feet underneath them. They are wearing loose silk pants with a matching robe wrapped around them, a complimentary camisole peeks out underneath. I bite back the growl and place the delivery bags in front of my growing erection. This might be impossible. This fox is too tempting. ‘They are perfect for us, they are ours,’ Shadow reminds me.

waiting. Because shadows... never die.