Shadow Kissed Book Novels & Stories

The wind picked up, the sanctuary groaning under its weight. “You were chosen, Ava,” the figure said. “But you were not the only one touched by Selene. You are not the only heir to the truth.” “What are you talking about?” Ava demanded. The figure took a step closer. The pendant around Ava’s neck flared with light, reacting to something someone. “You carry the light,” the figure said softly. “But I carry the shadow.” And then the hood fell back and Ava gasped. The face staring back at her was her own.

But in that touch, she felt everything—the fear, the desire, the battle within him. She closed her eyes, leaning into the kiss, her hand reaching up to rest against his chest. His arms tightened around her, and suddenly the restraint melted away, his kiss deepening as though a dam had broken inside him. His hands slid to her waist, pulling her closer, and she felt herself surrendering to the pull, her fingers tangling in his hair. The sound of footsteps approaching the door jolted them apart, both of them breathing heavily, their gazes locked with a shared understanding that whatever had just happened was real—and there was no going back.

"How can you sleep so peacefully with a stranger in your house?" He noticed the way her hair fell over her face like a curtain of silky locks. The dim light of the moon streaming through the window casted a glow on her smooth, unblemished skin. He watched as her chest rose with each breath she took and how the thin fabric of her gown barely concealed the gentle curves of her body.

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

But oh boy, was I in for a surprise. The room got all hyped up with the impending arrival of the Literature of Modern Europe professor. My breath caught up in my throat when the door cracked opened and he walked in—confident and charismatic. A wave of familiarity hit me like a rogue wave at the beach. Yep, it was him, and suddenly, my academic routine got a whole lot more interesting. ________________ Author's Note: Hello my dearest readers, Welcome to the enthralling world of Shadows in the Night: Secrets of the Howling Heart🌙✨

The stars hung low that night, as if the sky itself had drawn closer to witness love unfold. In the heart of Shadow Claws territory, nestled between gentle hills and ancient trees, stood a home newly built but already filled with deep memories. The doors were shut. The world outside had grown quiet. Peace had returned. But inside, passion stirred like a flame reignited. Shola stood by the window, her silk gown glowing softly under the moonlight. Her long curls cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes shimmered with something fierce and tender. Alec stood behind her, his arms circling her waist, his chin resting gently on her shoulder.

“Let them. We’re ending this tonight.” The old church loomed in the moonlight, its silhouette stark against the night sky. Sophie and Alex crept towards it, the weight of the journal heavy in Sophie’s bag. The air was thick with tension, every shadow seeming to hide a threat. They pushed open the creaking doors, the sound echoing in the empty space. The interior was dark, illuminated only by the faint moonlight streaming through the stained glass windows. Dust motes danced in the air, and the smell of damp wood filled Sophie’s nose.

I close the distance between us, feeling the need rise up within me along with a surge of pure lust. Her lips claimed mine, igniting the fire I'd come to crave. But as the heat surged, her face faded, replaced by another — a thought, an image, uninvited but persistent. The stranger from the night before, good lord, not again! I couldn’t shake the pull, not even here. Vanessa's touch grounded me, but the stranger's shadow loomed larger. Who was she, and why couldn’t I shake the feeling that our story was far from over.

His kissing was becoming wild and intense as his hands ran across her shoulders, relieving them of the thin hand of her silk gown and exposing the tender smooth skin beneath her shoulders. Anaïs shivered as he kissed down and sucked at the skin of her neck, his hands skillfully sliding down her gown exposing her gorgeous bosom. Anaïs instinctively tried to cover her chest with her arms but Cael held them still and lowered his head She gasped as he cupped his mouth about her left breast. Every touch sent fresh unrecognizable signals to her brain, she let out a soft moan as she tugged at the bedside and the last bits of reasoning became a jumble of mess in her head.

Wasn't that the point of the shade? A gush of wind blew through her dress and almost hooking her straw knitted hat off her excuse of braided hair. With a firm hand support, Louisa attempted to stare at the sun, an act which wasn't a tidbit successful, then back to the human suffocated shore.