Shadow Person Novels & Stories

“The prophecy was never yours to claim, Alpha. She was never yours.” Elara stepped forward before I could stop her. “Who are you?” “Don’t,” I warned, catching her arm. But the figure raised its head, and for the first time I saw its eyes, hollow, ringed with silver light, like a wolf’s, but dead. My wolf snarled, teeth bared. “Rogue,” I spat. The figure smiled, thin and sharp. “Not rogue. I'm the Shadow.” It moved then, too fast, darting back into the trees.

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

I saw the man who had died a thousand deaths in the simulation just to give me one more day of life. "I love you, Silas," I whispered into the cold January air. "I won't let them take you." Suddenly, the air around the bench began to ripple. It wasn't a "Logic-Leak." It was a shadow. A long, deep shadow that didn't belong to any tree or building. It stretched across the grass, moving against the direction of the sun. I stood up, my heart leaping into my throat. "Silas?" The shadow didn't speak, but it began to take shape. It rose from the ground, a pillar of darkness that seemed to swallow the light around it. It wasn't the Shadow King—not yet. It was a "Fragment." A piece of the "Source" th

I am what you could be," the shadow said. "What you should be. Unlimited. Unchained. Free." "Free to destroy everything I love." "Free to stop pretending you are something you are not." The shadow circled me. "You chain yourself with mercy. With compassion. With love. But those chains make you weak. Vulnerable." "They make me human." "You are not human." The shadow's smile was cruel. "You are Shadowborn.

He goes to grab a chair in the corner of the room and he looks at me while sitting down "I don't know-what?" I am confused on who and what he's talking about "Fuck! Can you just work with me think. Who. Is. He " he gets up abruptly pacing the floor . The chair falling back, and landing onto the floor . "I don't know what your talking about" I sob hanging my head low. He pauses and he takes a good look at me "Who the fuck is Shadow" The world goes slow and I freeze "His real?" I whisper out in amazement

she asked, and Alex gave a soft laugh. She sensed humour from him, and annoyance from Lukas, but both were almost drowned out by their wariness, and no small amount of fear. Lukas sighed softly, "Shadows can merge with other shadows, becoming part of them," he said, his voice still near a whisper, "And can move through them, from one to another, with little resistance."

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

The shadow becomes more tangible, solid as it hovers next to her corpse and then her corpse’s arm moves, like really moves. It pushes the rest of the way out of the dirt to latch onto my arm pulling me closer. Inches away from her face, her open, milky hollow eyes. I thrash out of her grasp, but she’s strong, the shadow now feet to feet with her, one with her. Tabitha is the shadow and the shadow is giving Tabitha’s body strength. Shit. The corpse’s strong fleshy hands wrap around my neck. A hoarse throaty plea escapes my mouth. “Seraphina.” I cry, “a little help.”

With a deep breath, I felt The Shadows retreat to their usual place at my heels, their dark energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon once more. The Shadows had become an integral part of my existence, a constant companion that had been by my side for centuries. They were more than just a tool or a power - they were a familiar presence, a comforting shadow that followed me everywhere. I had grown accustomed to their silent obedience, their willingness to wait for my next command.

There, in a shadowy corner, he saw a peculiar and unsettling sight—a dark, foreboding silhouette that seemed to be cast by an unseen figure. The silhouette appeared to be that of a shapeless, shadowy presence, with eerie tendrils reaching out as if they were trying to embrace him. As Ronin squinted to get a clearer view, the form seemed to twist and contort, taking on an otherworldly appearance that sent a chill down his spine. It was as if an entity from the depths of his dream had somehow manifested itself into this waking reality.