Shadow Kissed Book Novels & Stories

Proof that shadows were closing in. I leaned into Victor’s chest, his arms wrapping around me like armor. “Promise me,” I whispered. “Promise you won’t let this destroy Elysium.” He pressed a kiss to my temple, fierce and reverent. “I promise. But understand, Cassie—whoever dared to touch you like this… they’ve already declared war.” And in that moment, with Victor’s heartbeat thundering beneath my ear and the photos burning a hole in my thoughts, I realized something terrifying.

“I know the way you flinch when people say your name like it’s a curse. I know your shadows try to protect you even when you pretend you don’t need them.” Her stomach twisted in a way that made her breath hitch. The shadows along her spine coiled tighter, whispering in a language only she could hear—warnings, affirmations, something that felt like longing and danger all at once. “And I know you’re lying when you say you don’t want me around.”

she said casually. She kept her silence when I didn't move. So, I took a small sip just to get her talking. Her lips curled into a smile when I did. It was the kind of smile someone wore after successfully tricking an idiot. "I recently messed around with a man who's insanely possessive," she drawled. "Powerful, too. He wants me dead now, but I don't want to die alone." Before I could react, she suddenly lunged at me and flicked open a lighter. The tiny flame trembled between her fingers.

It was a front, a beautiful, heavily secured goldmine designed to launder money and gather intelligence, run exclusively by the shadow organization’s loyal sycophants. When Seven finally made her way back to the safety of the bar counter, she was surprised to find the handsome stranger still sitting exactly where she had left him. His highball glass was completely empty, the melting ice cubes clinking against the glass, but he hadn't budged. She had honestly assumed he would have grown bored and left during her sudden absence. "Boyfriend?" he asked suddenly. Seven blinked, her brow furrowing into a deep frown as her mind struggled to comprehend the random, unexpected question. "Excuse me?"

The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.

I replied back as I stretched my hands to remove the painting but it didn’t move, instead it slid and revealed a medium sized box. I took the box out and placed it on the desk. It was an old mahogany box with gold engravings on it. “Sinclair” I opened it carefully and revealed a very thick brown greenish book with about 200 pages made of parchment or something like and had the title written on it with big bold handwriting: “BOOK OF SHADOWS” I smiled happily, I couldn’t believe that I had it in my hands and looked at Kevin who was still anxious saying: “We found it” he nodded his head and was about to speak when we suddenly heard an applause behind us.

“I want to be here with you, all of you the shadows even.” Blair's heart raced as he bent in close, his lips almost brushing. Sharing that gasping moment helped her to feel the world around them full of opportunity and also the deep inside fleeing farther into the past. Kade was right; they could welcome together both the light and the shadows. However, a sudden cold swept through the air still pulling them apart just as their lips brushed in a soft kiss. Lyra's voice sneering and dark, her laughter reverberated from the shadows. "You believe you can get away from me so easily?"

a voice said from the shadows near the door. ​I jumped, the golden light around me turning into a jagged aura of protection. I looked toward the corner, and I saw a woman stepping out of the darkness. She was tall, with hair the color of midnight and eyes that looked like swirling galaxies. She was wearing a dress of woven starlight that seemed to shift and change as she moved. ​"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice echoing with the Alpha’s authority. "How did you get past the guards?" ​The woman smiled, a sad, knowing expression. "The guards cannot see what the shadows do not wish them to see, Winifred. I am the one who wrote the book you found in the archive. I am the First Shadow."

He wondered if he’d be able to feel her touch on his shadow self as well, but could think of no way to test it. He thought about it while he continued to plant little kisses on her face and neck. He’d been so engrossed in trying to wake her up that it took a while to dawn on him that he clearly felt the solidness of her flesh. His question was answered. Frustrated over the fact that he wasn’t going to have that in-depth conversation with Alison until she awoke from her drunken stupor, Nick settled for enjoying the sensations of her closeness in the interim. He molded his body to hers. When she tried to roll onto her back, but acted as if his shadow self was impairing her way, he realized