Shadow Fan Art Novels & Stories

At some point Chloe had fallen asleep, however the depths of slumber were far from peaceful or energising. The moment her eyes shut Chloe found herself surrounded by watery images of the snowy forest. Blood stained the pure white blanket while the shadows of everything stretched out from the base of trees or bushes, crawling towards her like worshippers. Despite not having a thread of clothing to protect her, Chloe didn't feel the cold. She felt calm and safe.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

she asks, writing down his name in her notepad. "Uh, well, Laurent was a nice guy. He never skipped out on his tabs. He never insulted or hit on our female bartenders. He ran in a rough crowd, though," "Elaborate on that," "His friends seem...sketchy. Big, tattooed men who looked like they could kill you for looking at them sideways, you know?" he says, his eyes darting between hers and her chest. "Word is that they're a part of a gang. But then those could just be rumors,"

My vision blurred. Had I lost? "Not yet," the Lady said gently, cradling my face in her hands. "But the war is not of the sword, Naomi. The war is of the heart. The mind. The will." "I’m scared," I whispered. "Good," she smiled. "That means you know what’s at stake." She leaned closer. I could smell jasmine and ash. Her voice became softer, more intimate, like a lullaby: "Fire does not fear the dark. It simply exists... and in existing, it defies."

‘I will let you know once it needs your attention, enjoy your day. I sat scrolling through social media as a news article popped up about Written Ink and the Christmas Party. I found myself scrolling through the article and reading the comments. As always there were a lot of haters out there, so I quickly closed off the article. I started to scroll through some reels instead to distract myself. It wasn’t long before Damian returned wrapped in his towel. I couldn’t help but rake my eyes over his body. It was undeniable how much I was still attracted to him. “You know staring can be classed as rude,” He joked at me.

“You lost that the day you rejected me. You lost it every time you let them treat me like garbage for twenty-two years.” “I was protecting the pack!” he shouted. His voice cracked at the end, he looked almost desperate. “The shadows are dangerous, Elara. You don’t even know what you’re carrying.” “I know exactly what I am,” I said. The cold hum started in my fingertips, shadows curling like smoke. “I’m what you’ve always been afraid of.” That did it. He lunged fast, too fast, Alpha-fast. His hand shot out like he was going to grab my throat and haul me back to the life of cold stone floors and bitter tea.

A sudden gust of wind did hit us, but it didn't come from nature. "Do you feel the air now?" Dominic asked, looking down at us with a grin. He had carried the electric fan outside and cranked it up to its highest setting, allowing me to let out a deep, relieved sigh. Lola Aida stopped fanning herself entirely, basking in the cool air. "Thank you, Dominic," she said gratefully. "You know, you should just stay out here with us. It's hot inside the house anyway, especially since you moved the fan out here."

​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head. ​Through the rain-streaked glass, his dark eyes locked directly onto mine. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his sharp features—the exact same cold, predatory smile that had haunted my nightmares every single night. ​He raised one gloved hand, made a slow, mocking gesture of greeting, and stepped back into the shadows of the carriage.

All she did was point at the phone with her chin. I gasped. On the phone screen, were the clearest pictures of me I had ever seen. All of them with Jax. Some were from when we were getting into the restaurant. In others, we were laughing, smiling, holding hands and I had to admit that it looked like we were in love. I stared up at Sandra with a sheepish expression on my face. There was nothing I could say now. “You’re engaged to Jax Coleman?” she asked. My brows shot up. Nowhere in the pictures had it looked like we were engaged.

Shadow fanned her face with her hand. “Humiliation is hot too.” Chayan roared a ball of fire and aimed at her at the same time. Yet, Shadow evaded it at ease and the supposed melted clothes were still intact perfectly on Shadow. She wasn’t fazed by the strong gust of wind. It’s like she couldn’t be bothered. “Chayan…” Her voice was coated with disappointment. She flicked another spit of fireball from Chayan. “Are you sure you’re the strongest here? You’re starting to bore me.”