Shadow Paradise Novels & Stories

"Ezra said, ''Going to wind brook is dangerous. we couldn't even make it there in the storm. "Voss said, '' You will you have the zag you can teleport there. "Ezra said, ''We can't use the zag the sky have to be clear for users to use it. The red moon makes everything blurry. "Voss said, '' So that means you have to ride out of the moon valley. Then you can teleport to WindBrook. "Ezra said,

If it came to be known that I have special powers, I’d be in grave danger of being taken away from my dad and locked up in a place I wouldn’t be able to escape from. So I logged off the chatting zone since Mya was now offline. Brendan was probably in the kitchen at his house by this time because he loved doing the women’s job. So I went on to playing a game on my phone although my mind wasn’t really into it. All that I could picture in my mind was Ashton Turner. His face was almost as if it was glued on my mind because I couldn’t keep from seeing it. What is it with him? I asked myself this question severally that night. I didn’t have the answer to it though. So in the end, I decided to reti

The Silver Spire was no longer just a marvel of chrome and white glass; it had become a living, breathing canvas for the Sovereign of Grace. Three weeks had passed since Jack and Marcus had fallen through the American Door. In that time, the very atmosphere of Neo-Pangaea had fundamentally changed. The sterile, industrial hum of the upper rings was now softened by the constant, fragrant drift of glowing Pink Blossoms.

Lysandra, always attuned to the nuances of the land, looked skyward, her expression contemplative. Suddenly, the sky began to fracture, like a mirror shattering. Brilliant, ethereal pathways opened up, revealing glimpses of realms previously unseen — cities made of pure light, vast oceans floating in the sky, and endless fields of stars. Each realm seemed vastly different from the next, but all were undeniably beautiful and eerily mesmerizing. "The Heart's awakening," Lysandra whispered, her voice filled with awe and trepidation, "has not only attracted the attention of the Shadowlands. It has opened doorways to countless other realms."

It's beacon turning every so often; as if counting time. Hevenly: (Sitting at what appears to be the bottom of a cliff edge near a beach side, a very curvy, pale skinned woman with golden cat like eyes and shoulder length raven black hair is seen playing with some power allowing her to create and consume things with shadows) Tsk! Shade said the jump gate would lead me to the highest point of darkness in the universe possible. A moment so rare that it only ever occurs once in time and yet. This is a beach. (With her words finishing as the jagged rocks seem to melt away into the darkness itself. (As she continues to laze about on the beach side simply waiting for something to occur she happens

"It is easier to be a god in a cage than a husband in the ruins. But look at the sky, Mother. The 'Real' is coming for the 'Ideal.'" I looked up. The perfect blue was cracking. Faint, shimmering silver lines were beginning to vein the sky like shattered glass. The Global Spire hadn't lost us; it was just recalibrating. Jinyan’s paradise was a localized bubble, a glitch in the system that the world was already working to delete.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

Bigfoot, Loch Ness monster; were they all wondering around these halls, just waiting to snap her up for a midnight snack? “Many," he said with a careless shrug. "I'm not sure of the exact number, but the Coven is the court for our world. There are hundreds here at any time.” “Of course," she mumbled bitterly. It only made sense for her to land in the Grand Central Station of the immortal world. Fabulous. "Paoli is a vampire, I'm apparently half-demon, and you claim you're 'complicated'," she counted them off. She put finger quotes around the word 'complicated'; a testament to how infuriated she felt since she never air quoted.

The wind was making her hair flying around as it slapped across her face. She was breathing hard when the wind was too strong for her to protect her face from the debris that was flying when the helicopter blades were buzzing her ears as Marina was closing her eyes. She did not know who was coming from the helicopter as her blood loss was making her dizzy right now. “We got you now. You will be safe,” the shadow said as Marina was closing her eyes. Then, all of sudden from the blood loss as well as the wind that was blaring her eyes, Marina could not keep her eyes open and the last thing she knew, she was claimed by the darkness.