Shadow And Cream Novels & Stories

“Everything is.” Heat crept reluctantly into my cheeks. I hated how his voice alone affected me now. The worst part was knowing he understood exactly what he was doing. Every conversation between us felt like a chess match layered beneath flirtation and control. I picked up the coat from the mannequin and held it toward the camera. “This one is called Shadow Armor,” I said softly. “Elegant outside. Protective underneath.” Silence crackled briefly through the speaker. Then: “Show me.” The command came softer this time.

A cold sweat dribbled down her arched eyebrows on witnessing a shadow standing a feet away with serrated knife, a color of sterling silver that shone even in the thick darkness and the shadow held it. That's all for today! If you enjoyed reading, do let me know in the comments. Adios for now...!

My eyes seek out the flames first, and only then do I take notice of the shadowy black mist pouring out of Alaric, like an inky black abyss, it swallows up the flames, leaving him completely unharmed. I am left stunned by the power of the shadow element. The only element that is even more rare than fire. The shadowy black mist is still pouring out of him, even with the flames extinguished. It extends from Alaric, surrounding me on all sides and enveloping me, leaving a chilling trail wherever it touched.

"Elena, mi vida! Why have you and Sebastian been avoiding the countryside? Shadow has been moping by the stables—he's barely touched his organic apples all week." I couldn't help but chuckle. Shadow was Doña Carmen’s rescue stallion—a beast nearly two meters tall with a coat like midnight and muscles that would make a pro hockey player envious. He’d been blinded in one eye during a rogue skirmish years ago, ending his days as a pack scout’s mount. "You're teasing me, Doña Carmen. Shadow usually acts like I’m a ghost when I visit," I said, laughing. "He barely tolerates anyone who isn't a direct bloodline Blackwood."

No contact. Just a shadow trailing another.

​The carriage door swung open slowly. ​A tall man stepped out into the pouring rain. He wore a heavy, dark woolen coat that reached his boots, and a wide-brimmed hat that cast his face in complete shadow. He didn't rush to get out of the storm. He didn't seek shelter. ​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head.

“Let them. We’re ending this tonight.” The old church loomed in the moonlight, its silhouette stark against the night sky. Sophie and Alex crept towards it, the weight of the journal heavy in Sophie’s bag. The air was thick with tension, every shadow seeming to hide a threat. They pushed open the creaking doors, the sound echoing in the empty space. The interior was dark, illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Dust motes danced in the air, and the smell of damp wood filled Sophie’s nose.

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

"There are five. I'll let Shane or Lillian explain the others, since my ancient lore isn't what it should be, but Shadow Sight means that no creature, magical or otherwise, can hide from you in the shadows, and it means that you can see even in complete darkness. Normally vamp's eyes just amplify light, kind of like night vision goggles, but you don't need any light source at all. Shamira, the darkness of the world is allying itself with you. It's a tremendous gift." "It scares the crap out of me. I learned back in my old life that power always comes with a price." "Don't let it stress you," Henry told her, then looked around. "Let's get in the truck and go grab you a bite to eat, okay?" He

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.