Shadow Book Novels & Stories

“Each Wielder have, at least, two souls. One for the shadow and one for the Wielder himself. To get the blood of the shadow is to get its essence. Do you get it now, or do I have to show you what I mean?” “I’ll go to the latter.” Rolling her eyes, she summoned her shadow. It appeared in front of them, its whole figure blinking. Before Kleint’s eyes, she pinched her shadow’s flesh, biting her lips as the pain washed through her like a bucket of ice. “T-This—this is the blood—the shadow’s blood.” Her eyes were drooping as she gulped, but she merely shook her drowsiness by thinking about what her father would say if she collapsed again.

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

started to pull itself out of the earth. Back in the Archive, the shadow had a shape now. It was a wolf the size of a building, with eyes like dying stars. It didn't have fur: it was made of swirling smoke and corrupted silver. “Faith Nightshade,” the shadow whispered. The voice didn't come from a mouth; it came from inside Faith’s own head. “You have the Key. You have the scent of the man who put me in this cage.” “My father didn't cage you to be cruel,” Faith said, her voice trembling but brave. He caged you because you were destroying everything!

One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder. Her head raises, eyes staring into mine, a deep dark oasis. a shallow gasp leaving its lips. As I stare into its eyes, I search through the valley, to its soul. There I see the slave girl, carrying a basket of dead flowers through the dark halls of the Night Court. "Haven." My voice is mixed with shadow and chaos, calling through time and space, through her shadow to her soul. She immediately freezes, a dark sensation crossing her spine, and the hair on her neck raises. She studies the flowers in her basket as they turn to ash, and then, slowl

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

Nothing but a thick cover of pitch black shadow loomed over the ground of the crater along with the magic circle. “We have to break the magic circle,” Laila said in a calm tone. “They were a huge nuisance back then. Once the shadow eaters touch you, you lose your existence to your shadow. Your shadow basically eats you up and your shadow is then consumed by the gloom hole, also known as the eternal darkness. Once you enter the gloom hole, there is no way back to life or death. Your existence ends there…” I felt my life leave my legs. I stepped back, tensing my whole body. And just when I thought I had everything figured out, I played right into my enemy’s trap. I clenched my teeth.

The old man wanted to take care of the Russian mafia himself so he didn’t let me go after him because he was scared I would end up dead somewhere in a ditch as well. I respected his wishes so I stayed away and let him deal with it on his own but it seems like I was being dragged into their business so now it was mine also. And they just signed their own death by pulling my dear baby into this. They should pray that I don't regain my strength anytime soon because if I do they won’t get out of here alive. They will meet their maker sooner than they thought. There is a reason why I’m called The Shadow of death. “No wonder Dominic is after you.” Mr.unkown said, tightening the hold he had on my f

state. They were "Providing the Context" to fight the "Shift." "The 'Shadow-Heir' is a 'Narrative Leech', Sovereign!" Nyx shouted over the shriek of the silver-static. "He’s feeding on the boy's fear to write the 'Bad Ending'! You have to give the boy a 'Positive Prompt'!"

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of