Shadow Kissed Book Novels & Stories

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close. She advances with a slow step, each stride a promise of pain, her smile a fang planted in the air, and around us the prisoners part, not too far, never too far, for their tense bodies, their greedy eyes want to witness the scene, want to know if Cassandra bleeds, or if Cassandra reigns. Her finger rises, touches my chest, presses just enough to awaken the pain of my cracked rib which begins t

My fear tangled with desire, and I hated myself for the way I melted into him, for the way I craved the very thing that terrified me. The kiss broke, leaving us both breathless. His forehead rested against mine, his voice low. “Don’t wander again,” he whispered. “The shadows have ears.” And then he was gone, slipping into the adjoining room, leaving me trembling, lips swollen, heart unsteady. I sank onto the bed, staring at the door he had vanished through. His words echoed in me, louder than the tick of the clock, louder than my own racing pulse. The shadows had ears. And I was starting to wonder if they also had teeth.

Her grief gave birth to the wrath that tainted her as the change took hold. It wasn’t long before she caught up with Daniel and the others. Her mind went to Ava. The woman told her of a plan. One that would see Penny being whole again. Ava needed to live. She needed to retrieve the Book of Shadows. Everything rested on her and the book. What the rest of them had to do was stay alive and keep each other safe. The shadows used themselves as projectiles, rocketing towards Penny. Since they could not render her soulless, they came at her to cause physical injury. Penny allowed her anger to feed her strength.

"I was the one who kissed and held you that night. I was the one who saw you first, Miranda. It was me you kissed that night of our Foundation Day." "W-What? Y-You mean..." I nodded and smiled. "Oh sh*t Xyle!" she cursed and cried. I kissed her once more. Under the beam of illuminating light. I will never hide my love for her anymore. The shadow has gone. She will be my light that will shine brightly until the last day of my life. "Min elskede, my beautiful wife." *** “I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.” —Og Mandino Kiss in the Shadow is written & translated by Mar Mojica The End

The warmth of his breath fans my neck sending shudders up my spine and I let out an involuntary whimper. The sound seems to do something to him as his body stills for a moment and I feel a shudder wrack through him. In a second, the air becomes super charged. Xavier grabs the back of my neck and tilts my head up, forcing me to meet his eyes. His are practically glowing now and as he inhales, I see his nostrils flare as he catches the scent of my arousal. His hand on the back of my neck tightens and he groans, his eyes growing heavy lidded as a lock of golden hair falls into eyes.

In this charged moment, Jamal stood frozen, equally entranced by Natasha's presence. In the atmosphere of emotional connection, Natasha and Jamal found themselves drawn together, their bond felt strong that Natasha summoned the courage to inch closer to him, her heart racing as her lips met his for a tender kiss. Jamal, swept up in the moment, responded with equal passion,their lips meeting in a delicate dance that lingered briefly before pausing. After a minute filled with intense gazes, their lips met once more, this time with a deeper intensity that surpassed their initial connection.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

“It’s where the Maddox family keeps all its secrets. Everything you need to know about what’s been done… what’s been buried.” I feel a chill run through me. The Watcher is one thing. But this book—it’s a door. A door to a past I’m not sure I want to open. “Let me see it,” I demand, more forcefully than I mean to. Elias shakes his head, stepping back further into the shadows. “No.” My heart starts to race. I can’t explain it, but something inside me aches to know what’s inside that book. It’s like the knowledge is just out of reach, like a part of me is tied to it, bound by some unseen thread that won’t let go.

he whispered, his breath hot against her ear, as though her name alone could unravel him. "Shh," she murmured, pressing her lips to his, tasting him like a forbidden fruit, savoring every second of this madness that had been their cycle for years. There was no love here. No true affection. But there was power. And that was something they both craved. A power that buzzed between them like static, building until it was nearly unbearable. It had been their game—this slow, seductive dance. Neither had ever stayed too long. Neither had ever truly cared. But tonight, everything felt different.