Shadow Breathing Novels & Stories

Draevyn stepped toward her, the air shifting with his presence. “Very well, then.” He motioned toward a patch of darkness beneath the sweeping boughs, where the forest shadows pooled unnaturally deep. “Shadow weaving isn’t about force,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “It’s about resonance. Shadows aren’t dead space — they’re living echoes of light. You don’t command them. You invite them.”

Three days later, a couple of tired bodies fell on the ground with shaking and convulsing bodies breathing heavily. Except for Shadow, no one could even stand straight or look straight into her eyes. Sadistically, Shadow curved a satisfied smile wider than she had ever done and emitted such a cold pheromone. Sabrina was already standing and trembling. Her face was covered with blood, her eyes flickered at Shadow warily. “Have fun yet, my beloved sister-in-law?” Shadow delved her hands inside her pockets.

My head shifts slightly, "Gather." Immediately the Black Death disentergrates into a cloud that rumbles like wind blowing past me and the shadow, whisking through the strands of my hair and robe, a deadly wind, but I stand still as it, even as with incredible speed it breaks out of the throne room, racing past the shadow of Shade who doesn't as much as blink as it storms past. It can not harm her.

“If they know how much divine power you can hold, Kora… they’ll use it.” Before I could ask what she meant, a cold wind swept across the clearing. The lake behind us rippled violently, though there was no storm. The moon’s reflection warped — first silver, then black, until the entire surface turned to ink. Something was rising from the water. The air grew heavy, thick with a pressure that made it hard to breathe. The Shadowborn dropped to their knees, bowing to whatever was coming. Edward’s hand found mine. “Stay behind me,” he murmured.

A flicker of something trapped behind the black void. He is fighting. Inside. And losing. The shadow’s attention shifts. It turns its faceless head toward me. I freeze. It sees me. The air grows heavy. The vision begins to tear at the edges, like fabric pulled too tight. The shadow moves closer, sliding towards me. I feel cold pressure at my throat. Like invisible fingers testing my pulse. Then... Everything explodes into darkness. I slam back into my body with a gasp so violent it burns. Stone scrapes my palms.

Fuck. Something runs past me hiding in the shadows of the woods. I stop in my tracks, scared of death. I can almost hear my heartbeat. My blood is raging in my veins. "Show yourself," I yell angrily. I hear a low growl and see strange eyes focused on me for a second. I scream and fall to the ground. "Alice! Alice! Alice!" The voices have gotten closer. Something is definitely following me in the woods. I stand to my feet hurriedly. My cloth and shoes have mud stains on them. "Fuck," I grunt. The midnight bell rings from afar in the village. What a hell of a way to start my eighteenth-year birthday. I hear the growling clearly as it draws closer to me. My hands are shaking as I grab the dagge

Wrapped in a pristine white robe, she embarked on the next phase of her pampering journey. With a renewed sense of serenity, Natasha embarked on a path towards ultimate relaxation—a heavenly massage awaited her. Enveloped in the skilled hands of her masseur, she felt the knots of tension gently unravel, leaving her feeling rejuvenated and at peace. Once the massage drew to a close, she descended with light steps, ready to nourish both body and soul.

He looked less like a doctor and more like a predator who had learned how to wear a tie. ​"I can't," I admitted, my voice trembling. "The 'Oxygen Debt' is humming. It feels like the air is thinning." ​Julian stepped closer, his hand hovering just an inch from the small of my back. He didn't touch me—he couldn't, not without triggering the Shadow in this crowded room—but his heat was a physical weight. "That’s not the debt. That’s the Board. They’ve saturated the ventilation with dampeners to keep the 'Gifted' guests from using their abilities. It makes the air feel heavy for people like us."

I hold my breath, completely surrendering myself to the rapidly approaching embrace of total darkness. "Miss Raegan, I forgot the—Miss Raegan, no!" Before the iron can tear into my skin, a frantic force crashes into my arm, violently striking my wrist. The heavy nail is knocked from my grip, sending it clattering loudly across the tile floor. A barrage of high-pitched, panicked screams echoes through the small bathroom, but my mind goes completely, utterly blank.

Griffin’s POV The shadows had never felt heavier than they did now. They weren’t just around me, they were on me, inside me, dragging me down like someone had tied slabs of concrete to my limbs. Every breath was a fight and each heartbeat slower than the last. I couldn’t fight anymore. Not like this. My body was too torn, too drained. And right when I thought the shadows would swallow me whole… They screamed. Not a normal scream, nothing close to human. This sounded like something ripping itself apart. Like a thousand echoes clawing through walls. It shook the ground beneath me, shook the air, rattled whatever was left of my bones.