Shadow People Book Novels & Stories

I screamed, my hands trembling as I watched the massive thumb of the Sculptor press down on the center of Silas’s chest plate. --- ## Chapter 55: The Weight of the Sculptor's Clay The **First Shadow** stood between me and the rift, his brass face twisted into a look of triumph that made my blood boil. He didn't seem bothered by the presence of the Sculptor; in fact, he looked like he was basking in its cold, sterile light. "It’s beautiful, isn't it?" the First Shadow whispered, his violet eyes dancing with a sick, ancient joy. "The return of the Absolute. No more glitches. No more 'Red Blood.' No more love. Just the perfect, unchanging silence of the marble."

Sam stood silent by the sedan,“No devices past here.” I shook my head. “Nothing left to burn.” Freedom needs no signal. Twelve hours of sun. A vampire’s grave. My sanctuary. I adjusted the strap of my medical case—empty yesterday, full of purpose today. This heat doesn’t blister me. It fuels me. These children don’t see a vampire. They see hope. I stepped onto the cracked earth, and took the first breath of my new life. Not running from him. Running toward them. New York. The ceremony.

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

the Lycan king said. He picked up his laptop and went out. Soon, I heard the sound of his car engine driving away. I heaved out a heavy sigh and closed my eyes tightly to feel in my surroundings. Thanks to the moon goddess who gave me a second chance to live. I walked out of the spiritual room and opened a dark brown door. It looked dark inside, so I moved to turn on the switch. I was really astonished because of how beautiful the room looked. There were lots of books of different genres.

“Sophie let me explain everything…he’s real here okay?. These books you see are fantasies that make things happen. Whatever sex you read from this erotic series, you would feel it. You want to feel it too?” Sophie nodded eagerly, already breathing faster. “Yes. God, yes I do.” Lucian looked at me. His eyes were still furious, he must think i’m stupid. Unfortunately, this was the only way out. Trapping another soul would protect me from being caught. I picked up the most forbidden book. “Shadows of Three” : a story about one powerful man claiming two willing women. As soon as I started reading aloud, the magic surged. Lucian’s melted into dark hunger. “Then let’s give her what she wants.”

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

"There's more to this place than meets the eye, if the Keeper was correct." With the crystal in her palm humming with a nearly frenzied energy, Zara walked over to the pedestal. Her fingers brushed the book's cover as she extended her hand. The shadows then sprang to life. Chaos erupted in the area as shadowy creatures burst from the walls, their shapes shifting and twisting like nightmares. Zara fumbled for the book as Kael leaped into action, his blade slicing through the darkness. "Zara, get moving!" Kael's voice was keen with urgency as he shouted.

KIRA The Hollow does not fight in daylight. We move in the hours when honest people sleep and the world is too dead to hear our steps. That night was no different. The air was cold, the sky dark and heavy. Our boots made no sound on the dirt. Our faces were hidden under black hoods smeared with ash. Serana said no one who survived would ever know who we were. It was meant to comfort us. It only made me feel smaller. Shame stuck to my skin like sweat.

A slow release, like it had been holding a breath for centuries and chose now to exhale. And from that breath— Shadows bled upward. Not smoke. Not mist. Shadows. They bent toward us, curious. The threads in my chest burned. “You’re not supposed to be here,” I whispered—not to Lucian, not to Theron. To it. The shadow shifted in answer. My ears popped. My teeth ached. The shape it made was wrong—too tall to be a man, too narrow to be a beast, its edges folding in and out of themselves like pages turning in a book no one was reading.

My workplace knew all about the skeletons in my closet and kept a tight lid on any info about me. To keep my parents from tracking me down, they had spun a yarn about me skipping the country after getting my master's. My parents finally stopped chasing ghosts. They needed cash and had debts to clear, so they hit the pavement looking for any work. However, the past scandal had left a lasting impact, and their rap sheets did not do them any favors. No one would touch them with a ten-foot pole. Before long, on the streets of the town I once called home, an old couple scraped by, living off what they could salvage from the trash.