Shadow Fruit Novels & Stories

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .

Willow was seated next to the client, Cameron Shuttle, and her boss motioned for her to give a toast. “Here’s to you, Mr. Shuttle.” Willow downed the shot, the strong liquor searing her throat. “I’ll drink to that.” She had observed countless instances of subordinates ingratiating themselves with their superiors while with Roy, so she was more than capable of playing the part. However, she did not expect memories of Roy to surface now. With a returned toast from Cameron, the mood lightened. Then, someone suggested that Willow and Cameron take a love shot together.

“Professor, please don’t touch A167 right now. The side effects of the medication are severe. “In addition to systemic poisoning, she might have developed epidermolysis bullosa, which causes severe erosion in areas where the skin has mucous membranes. Even the lightest touch could strip away the skin.” Chandler didn’t heed the warning. He only wanted to uncover the truth. He reached out to grip my shoulder and turned me over. When he spotted the dark red birthmark on my shoulder, resembling a butterfly, he looked as if he had been struck by lightning. Trembling, he quickly withdrew his hand. As he pulled away, a large chunk of bloodied flesh tore from my skin and stuck to his fingers. Chandl

I was able to display my intelligence. “Look at the Forest of Shadows, named because it shadow is twice as much as its geography making it look a lot bigger than it actually is and thus making it look very dark miles before you even reach the actual forest. We can use this to create confusion,” as I spoke, I pointed at the large map that was spread out on the table.

“What did they give you, in return?” Ava’s voice was barely a breath. “You’re not real.” “I’m more real than you are now,” the shadow said, stepping closer. “I’m what you cut out. What you buried. The rage. The hunger. The truth.” The forest groaned around them. “You’re a threat,” Ava whispered. “A mistake.” “No.” The shadow’s smile widened. “I’m what happens when you tear your soul into four pieces and offer them to love. I’m the piece that was left behind.”

The transformation that had begun with the Hunger Shades, continued with the Soulstone, and progressed through each trial now accelerated toward completion. When the bone tree finally stopped growing, it stood fully thirty feet tall, its branches extending over much of the garden. At its base, a fruit had formed: a sphere of crystallized shadow that pulsed with inviting darkness. Take and eat. Consume what your sacrifice has grown. The Shadow Knight plucked the fruit from the bone tree. It felt cold against his palm, vibrating with potential. The river had washed away grief, but this would remove something more fundamental: the very capacity to exist as anything but living vengeance.

Ciara’s POV My eyes widened at the sight before me and somehow my arms around Dax’s neck tightened and his hold on me tightened too. “Deep breath, little one,” he mumbled. “I got you.” I nodded, trying to keep my racing heart in check, my eyes focused on what's around me. Shadowfen wasn’t just a pack territory. It was a living masterpiece where nature, technology, and raw magic had fused into something breathtakingly impossible. Towering trees with leaves that shimmered like liquid emerald rose hundreds of feet into the sky, their trunks wrapped in glowing runes that pulsed softly.

Before them stretched a vast underground forest. Its trees grew upside down. Their roots reached toward the sky above. Their branches disappeared into the glowing earth below. Thousands of luminous fruits hung from the inverted canopy. Each fruit contained moving images. Lives. Moments. Dreams. Harbor stared in wonder. "Are those..." The child nodded. "Possibilities." The former Shadow whispered, "They haven't happened." "No." "They're waiting." A gentle breeze stirred the hanging branches. One fruit detached itself. It floated toward Ama.

At this point I was using all the strength I had in me not to launch at her; I wanted to slap that dirty mouth of hers. Turning to Cole, she continued, “This is what I was saying; she is so obsessed and possessive of you that she can’t think clearly anymore, twisting the facts and even saying anything just to keep you at her side. She is crazy.” "What did you just call me?" I asked, moving closer. I could not hold my anger in anymore; I walked up to her and slapped her so hard that my hand burned and her cheek turned red. Cole walked over, grabbed my hand, and roughly pulled me back.