Shadow Manipulation Novels & Stories

In slow motion I saw my right fist connect with his head, but his left was connecting with mine. And, then POW … darkness.

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

He stood, kissed the top of her head, and went back to the area where the meeting was being held. Mimi sighed; her wolf was angry with her. “You WILL accept him. Can’t you see he LOVES us.” Her wolf growled at her. “Don’t even think about rejecting him.” She warned her human. “Each of us had different abilities, some of us are able to shift into a shadow, more like a cloud of mist, others can make themselves invisible and last others can blend into the darkness.” “Like Dillon?” Doltyn spoke up. “He can stand in a dark corner, and no one would know that he’s standing there. And let’s not even talk about when we are outside after dark.” He chuckled.

His face was dark, and his voice was so hoarse, like a wolf from the depths of hell. "I want to know everywhere she's been. And find out exactly how she fell down the stairs." Soon, his assistant, Mathias Browning, returned with my movements. "Mr. Rasmussen, the surveillance footage of Mrs. Rasmussen in the hospital corridor has been tampered with. But we've already questioned all the patients who were in the hallway that day. We'll have answers within a day." Andrew's eyes landed on the surveillance footage from outside the private room in the bar. He could see my hand trembling violently against the doorframe and how defeated I looked when I turned away.

she spat at the girl in the mirror. As the wave of fury crested, she saw it. In the mirror, her reflection’s shadow, cast on the stone wall behind her by the light of a single candle, did something impossible. As she clenched her fist, the shadow’s hand didn’t just mimic the motion. The shadowed fingers elongated, stretching into thin, wicked looking talons of pure darkness, like the claws of some nightmare bird. They writhed for a split second, sharp and predatory, before shrinking back, solidifying into the shape of a normal, clenched fist.

"My little brother was sick, and we were drowning in debt. Wade came to me with a deal. If I framed you, I'd get the cash to pay off our debts and get my brother the surgery he needed. "I wasn't thinking straight, and I just..." Her words trailed off, and I walked away without looking back. Sometimes, the people one felt sorry for had done things that made them hard to like. 'She's reaping what she sowed', I thought to myself.