Romans & histoires Shadow Mate

The room was dimly lit, the heavy scent of cigar smoke curling through the air. Alessandro De Luca leaned back in his leather chair, swirling a glass of red wine. Across from him, Mateo Salazar stood with calculated ease, his sharp eyes betraying no emotion. The silence between them was razor-thin, each man waiting for the other to speak first. “A man of your reputation shouldn’t be wasting his time in the shadows, Alessandro.” Mateo spoke, breaking the silence. “Especially not when there’s an opportunity to reclaim what’s rightfully yours.”

Social media platforms have such an immense reach, and photos can go viral in the blink of an eye. I was caught in a deep spiral of hesitation, desperately trying to figure out how to decline, when my vision suddenly went dark. Reaching up to touch my head, I realized a cap had been gently placed over my eyes. I adjusted the brim, and the very first thing I saw was Dominic looking down at me with a soft expression. He flashed a quick smile before turning his attention back to the saleslady. "Miss, my companion here is incredibly camera-shy," he explained smoothly. He reached out and pulled me closer, casually throwing an arm around my shoulders. "We’ll take the photo, but only if her face is

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

Then her image returned a little clearer now. Her voice grew deeper. Inhuman. It echoed in my head. “They are calling you back. But I will return. When the time is right. Just know, I'm just one call away. You can call me wheever you'd need my help or you need someone to talk to..” The world around me shook. Trembled. It felt like...I couldn't explain it. Then suddenly, a very bright light shone, white-hot and endless. A very sharp scream left my throat at the pain from the light.

"Shadow Wolves aren't just spirits." "Shadow Wolves come in two forms," Dagmar nodded. "Those that are from the shadow realm. They are no different from you or your mate except that they exist only in the shadows. They also can't be seen by everyone, only the supernatural can see them. They also can't be summoned and only obey their ruler. That's where the second form comes in. "Hybrids are extremely rare. I've only heard of a handful of hybrids existing but when it comes to the second type of shadow wolf, their existence is even rarer. You see, this particular shadow wolf doesn't live in the shadow realm. They are not completely a werewolf either."

Vic started. “We’ve checked their home, there is no scent of them anywhere, at all.” Mimi continued. “It’s like…they never existed. Vic finished. “Are the teams ready?” Kydence asked as they walked down some stairs and into a huge conference room and there stood fifty Shadow warriors dressed in black from head to toe, the only part of their body to be seen was their eyes, even then they used black contacts. They couldn’t allow anyone to know who they are and what they look like. Any little thing could identify them. They took no chances.

Lyra POV Shadow padded toward me, his massive paws silent on the mossy ground. His eyes—Ronon’s eyes, yet softer—glowed like embers in the dim light filtering through the trees. I hesitated for a breath, unsure if I should move, but Shadow nuzzled me gently, the warmth of his fur brushing against my skin.

As the team approached the pedestal, the air thickened with anticipation. The Shadowstone, radiant with an ethereal glow, seemed to pulsate with an otherworldly energy. Its dark surface, polished to a glassy sheen, reflected the faintest hint of their determined faces. Rylan's hand closed around the Shadowstone, feeling its power course through him like a river of fire. The artifact's energy resonated with his own, amplifying his strength and resolve. Its smooth surface warmed to his touch, as if alive.

"Shade, three years ago there were rumors that he took an army of hunters there and none returned but him alone." "Oh my God!" "You see, I really don't know who they are, but Shade is no place for hunters. The immortals there protect the town themselves and not even your father was able to beat them. So you'll go there, they will consider you and her, you're just teenagers." "I once overheard my father discussing with my mom mentioning Shade and something Blood Mooner, the most powerful immortal alive. A werewolf." As Mr. Pats raised to add up, a bright light streaked across the cabin, generated from a vehilcle's headlights.

Everything was cleared out, except the sofa and bed. I walked to the kitchen to see if there was anything when suddenly, I heard a beep from my phone. Looking at it, I noticed a service bar, but it quickly disappeared. What the heck? I neared the door, and it was turning off and on. Peeking out the window, I made sure the coast was clear and opened the door to walk out. Holding my phone, I got two bars and quickly dialed Sinister’s number. “Sin-“ I said as I was cut short by Sudden pain and everything went black.