Shadow And Cream Novels & Stories

“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?”

Then in addition, his eyes are silver with white horns on his head and a collar around his neck that has red stones with the word WRATH. Cream's the mirror opposite of Ber. Wearing the exact same thing, except his outfit is white, and his hair is Ber's red while his irises are red with a red halo around his forehead, and his collar with white stones spelling SLOTH. I always knew they were hot, I'd be blind not to notice it, but now— I haven't felt as close to heaven and hell as I feel just looking at them. "It's actually a pretty idea," He says with a grin, "This whole seven deadly sins thing. Suits us."

We laughed and enjoyed our moment without any worries. ꧁__________________________________________________________꧂ After some time, we reached the café near the school. We sit on the small café table outside the café. we ordered Cappuccino and Americano with coffee cake and lemon drizzle cake. My favourite combination is Cappuccino with coffee cake and for diru, her favourite one is Americano with lemon drizzle cake... "Diru", I called her. She simply humm reply while taking a sip of her coffee, "What about we hang out tonight together?", I asked...

But she didn’t get to finish her sentence before Chandler’s phone rang again. This time, it was his assistant, Ben. Chandler wearily answered, “What is it?” Ben swallowed hard as he deliberated about how to deliver the next piece of news. Taking a deep breath, he finally said, “Professor Rotterdam, do you remember the female corpse sample we examined this afternoon? “I verified the details, and her sample code is A167, belonging to Pauline’s laboratory.” Chandler’s body went rigid, his expression darkening. “A167?! Are you sure you didn’t make a mistake?”

The coppery scent of blood mingled with the acrid tang of gunpowder, creating a cocktail that clung to my skin, my clothes—my soul. I crouched low near the tall corner window of the east wing, my back pressed against the cool stone. My eyes stayed locked on the shadows moving outside across the manoir’s vast lawn. The golden afternoon light had long since surrendered to dusk, and now everything was bathed in hues of smoke, flame, and chaos. The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path.

“Just tell me why you’re here. Please.” I don’t expect him to step forward the way he does. My heart skips a beat, and I step back a few times while I ask myself what I’m doing. The man steps out of the shadows, tall and broad, his presence swallowing the space between us. He’s clad in dark clothes—black, from his boots to the long coat that flutters slightly with the breeze. The fabric is heavy, almost swallowing the light, but it moves like it’s part of him, like it carries a quiet power. His hands rest at his sides, gloved, as if he’s always ready to strike.

“The flame is yours, yet incomplete. The shadows crave what you hold, yet they cannot claim it… not until you falter.” Elena felt a surge of anger, fear, and determination intertwining. Her power roared to life, the glow expanding across her arms and chest, illuminating the room with blinding light. The shadows hissed, retreating, yet the tallest figure remained, eyes fixed on her, calculating, almost patient. Damon moved beside her, energy flaring around him like a shield. “Together,” he whispered, and she nodded, feeling the bond pulse stronger than ever. Their energies intertwined, gold and silver, fire and shadow, coalescing into a force that pushed back the darkness.

Two days were enough time for my wounds to finally heal. On the third day, I showed up at the office right on time. There was a business negotiation with the Shadowridge Pack that day, so I went to Matteo's office to brief him. Just as I reached the door, I heard Sabrina's flirtatious voice coming from inside. "Matteo, these moonberries are so sweet. You should try one." Through the crack in the half-open door, I saw Sabrina feeding Matteo a moonberry she had already taken a bite of.

“And what a delicious sacrifice you present.” To his right appeared Thorne, the Prince of Shadows, with flowing silver hair that seemed to move with unseen winds, crimson eyes glowing with cunning intelligence, and a lean, predatory build covered in swirling tattoo-like marks that pulsed with dark energy. “Her scent already betrays her,” he purred, stepping closer. His clawed fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, sending electric shivers down my spine. “Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.”

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.