Shadow And Maria Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her legs were long and fair against the fabric. Willow then turned around and approached him in the darkness, leaning over the sofa to press her lips against his. Roy had been haunted by dreams of Willow, in which she always stood at a distance, her gaze cold. However, for once, she offered her lips to him. Reversing the roles, Roy pinned her down and ravished her lips. In his dreams, he was free and gave in to his emotions. “Roy…” The person under him moaned. Roy stopped, and as the woman shyly hooked her arms around the nape of Roy’s neck, he sat up with a jolt. The living room lights then came on, showing Sierra sitting on Roy’s lap, her hair loos

The fourth in command of the Guild of Shadows, the man known only as Dark Shadow to those within his inner circle. Maribel sat on the far end, hands clenched into fists. The once-beautiful woman now bore faint traces of scarring on her jawline, a reminder of the nightmare she was living through. The plan was failing. And Nyx was not pleased. “Tell me, Maribel, what exactly have you accomplished in over a year?” His voice was deceptively calm, yet the underlying menace sent chills down her spine.

"Focus. Stay rooted. Predict its next move." She adjusted her stance, her feet shifting to maintain her balance as the shadow loomed over her. Each clash of their blades sent vibrations up her arms, but she stood her ground, her strikes growing more confident with each passing moment. The shadow swung high, and Bella swiftly ducked, using the momentum to spin and strike at its side. Her blade connected, causing the shadow to stagger, its form flickering like a candle in the wind. A triumphant grin spread across my face as I couldn't help but exclaim, "Yes! That's it! Use its aggression against it!"

“The pack is suffering, Ophelia. Wolves are falling ill, injuries aren’t healing as they should. Whatever your Shadowmark is, it’s connected to the moon’s energy and we need it. We need you.” My eyes widened at his words. How come he knew about my shadowmark? “You wonder how I found out?” He asked in a cunning tone. “I am the Alpha, Ophelia and I can see anything I want to see.* The little ray of hope I had died instantly, he had always been a user, he needed me because of my shadow mark, he wanted to claim his possession over me. “Do you need me?” I repeated, my voice rising. “You cast me aside when it was convenient, and now that you’re desperate, you want me back? Do you think I’m just go

I'm going to have her, and if she refuses, I'll kill her. No one says no to Roman and lives. I mindlink her to come to my office immediately, and I wait. I smell her scent before she even knocks on the door. "Come in." Shadow's POV I twist the knob and slowly open the door to let myself in. I close it behind me and stand there waiting for consent to approach or to sit. Alpha Roman has his back towards me and is facing the wall made of floor to ceiling windows behind his wooden oak desk. There's an awkward silence in the room, and I'm starting to feel very uneasy.

Walking these halls again wasn’t easy. She felt the echoes of everything she had endured—the bruises, the stolen nights of hunger, the whispers in the dark that reminded her she would never be enough. And yet, she had returned. Not as their prisoner. Not as their Omega. As the woman who had become greater than all of them. She hesitated for only a moment—long enough for Darius to notice. His fingers brushed against the back of her hand, slow, deliberate, grounding. She didn’t look at him.

I had never tried to read the dead before. "But I can try." I closed my eyes and pulled power, but gently. Carefully. Reaching not for the body but for the echoes left behind. Shadowborn magic was old. It remembered things the living forgot. Images flooded my mind. Marcus is standing watch. He heard footsteps behind him. Turning with a smile, recognising whoever approached. "You should not be here," he said. "It is not your rotation—" The blade flashed. His throat opened. He fell.

The passion taking hold of her had triumphed over logic. Julian pressed his forehead against hers, steadying their synchronized breathing. "Tonight you belong entirely to me, Claire. Do not let the shadows of anyone else come between us." Claire nodded in resignation. She allowed Julian to take control again, letting those secrets remain locked tight in the safe behind them. For a moment, she wanted to forget all her doubts and simply be the woman loved by her husband. Even though she knew that by tomorrow morning, that curiosity would return to haunt her even more cruelly.

Aria hissed. Lila bared her teeth. “Mommy will eat you.” Ronan laughed, but it sounded forced. He had noticed how strong the twins were. How their combined scent carried pure alpha power mixed with something ancient and dangerous. The drive back to Shadowthorn territory took six hours. When the familiar pine forest swallowed the road, Aria’s scar burned hotter. The mate bond,shattered and silent for years,suddenly throbbed like a fresh wound. Kael was close. She could feel him. That dark, possessive pull wrapped around her throat even from miles away.