Shadow Kissed Book Novels & Stories

Well, that definitely put, a new spin on things, Stacia was known for the things she’d done to get attention. Justin nodded then said, “I saw where you were heading and figured you’d need a key to open the door, so I came up.” He handed the key card to them, as he followed them into the penthouse. He couldn’t help but notice as her ponytail swung to the side the tattoo on the base of her neck became visible. Angel had barely walked inside the door before she looked around and froze. She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.”

It was at the expense of her shadow’s shade turning back to sable-black. “L-Let me g-go!” No matter how hard he tried, the shadow only tightened its grip. Zephaniah tilted her head a little. Henry was busy murmuring incantation that he wasn’t able to perceive that his member was in danger. “Good,” she whispered, taking a deep breath before facing the wall on his right. Raising her hands, she directed the right palm to Henry and the left one was for Stuart whose lips were already covered with Z’s shadow.

To confirm what I am hearing, I decided to enter and see for myself what is happening inside the study. I reached for the door and opened the door. The scene before me sent shivers down my spine; Anna’s dress moved up her thigh, straddling his lap in his chair, his hand held her waist, and his head was buried in the cleavage of her breasts. His other hands were beginning to make way beneath her dress. They did not see me at first. Then Anna looked up, met my eyes over his shoulder, and smiled. Before she started to act shocked, her smile nauseated me.

he asks, his tone lower, more intense, yet tinged with curiosity. Shadow pauses for a second, but I feel it. This is the moment. Without a word, I move closer to him. Silently, our hands intertwine, and regardless of the danger, without thinking, I kiss him. A deep, desperate kiss that transcends fear, fury, and everything we’ve faced. A kiss that claims each other—reminding us what we’re willing to lose and what we’re determined to win. The kiss is everything. It is passion, it is pain, it is the promise that nothing—not even Dorian—can tear us apart. I feel Shadow tremble, his body relaxing in my embrace as if the weight of the world has vanished in that instant.

Layna shifted uncomfortably, her unease palpable, as The Shadows closed in, their icy, unforgiving energy enveloping us like a shroud. The Shadows' presence was a balm to my fractured soul, a beacon of hope in the darkness. I knew they possessed the power to revive Roxy, to defy even death itself. The only unknown was the terrible price they would exact in return. I held out my sliced palm, offering them the payment they demanded.

Shadow took the chance to yank off her hand and leaped inside the warehouse, forgetting her cool demeanor that was supposed to be the facade. “My Lord.” Keira followed her from behind. Desperately tried to control the excitement of the lord, yet to no avail. As the scent of Shaman engulfed her when she entered the warehouse, Shadow felt the most pressing urge to wet her lips at the mere thought of that faceless shaman, waiting for her in an open arm, smiling happily at her. Then, Shadow would kiss that vassal, tell her how much she loved him, telling him that she didn’t mean to do it. She was half coerced to do it.

Kyra approached it carefully, feeling her heart race in excitement. "Perhaps this is the reason for the disruptions," she mentioned as she gingerly picked up the ancient book from the stand. "If we are able to decode what it says, we could potentially grasp the situation." Upon opening the book, a cold breeze blew through the shrine. The book was packed with mysterious writing and images of sinister ceremonies. Kyra’s eyes grew wider as she perused a section that appeared to detail a procedure for beckoning shadows—an procedure that had the potential to release a fresh surge of darkness.

“It’s… alive.” The moment her fingers brushed the first page, light erupted from the book, a sphere of gold fire swallowing the chamber. Kael shielded his eyes, shouting her name. When the light dimmed, Lyra was standing at the center of a vision. She saw the first Oathkeeper kneeling before an altar of shadow, his crown shattered at his feet. The Shadow loomed above him, vast, formless, whispering promises of peace and power. “Your people will be safe,” it hissed. “Your kingdom is eternal. Only swear your blood to me.”

He was still breathing—but barely. "Don't you dare die," she whispered. With trembling fingers, she cupped his jaw and leaned in, her lips brushing his in a kiss not of passion—but of soul. The ward ignited. The power unleashed by her kiss exploded outward in a burst of light so pure and ancient, the very stone groaned in answer. The Shadowbeasts shrieked, writhing in agony as the ward consumed them. Fire laced with starlight spiraled from Veyra's lips to Lioren's heart and then radiated out in all directions—forming a dome of searing protection.

I reached up, my hand resting against his scarred cheek, the cool star-silver of my bracer grounding the volatile heat of his skin. "The girl from the square would have died in this frost, Silas," I murmured, leaning up until my lips brushed his. "The Shadow Queen is the only one who can keep you alive. Let me fight beside you. If the dark takes me, use your Void to drag me back." Silas let out a low, defeated groan deep in his throat before his mouth slammed down onto mine. The kiss was rough, desperate, tasting of iron and the winter wind outside. It was the silent agreement of two monsters preparing to face a world that wanted them dead.