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“Ayy, I’ve closed the door after we enter. Besides, this is in the middle of nowhere, no one would come here! I think we can be a little more open here… It sets the mood well.” She tipped her toes and kissed Fane on his neck as she proceeded. Looking at the ‘Selena’ in front of him, there was more reason for him to suspect. He quick-wittedly hugged her. “Look at you… Who knew that you like to set the mood like this. What dominatrix you are!” “Quit mocking me, I just want to have some fun.” Shadow was secretly joyous at the fact that men were such simple-minded animals. Any trivial sexual advancement could send them to trap.

Miley was a selfish bastard that cared not carelessly about everything around her as long as they were not from Miley’s kingdom. Even if it means abandoning her best friend. She would do it. “Please don’t tell her. I can do better.” She raised her head and begged earnestly. “I’ll help. I’ll help her, so please.” Shadow looked down at her. Her red pupils sparkled under the sunlight. Red. Shadow’s pupils were the color of blood. It was so beautiful, so dangerous, so… vibrant with mischief. Slowly, her eyes created a crescent moon, meaning that she was smiling big.

she murmured. "Of course it does," I said, moving to her side. "Come, let me help you." She leaned against me, trusting and docile and everything I had wanted her to be. My perfect Shadow Queen, unmarked by dangerous emotions or inconvenient connections. But as I wrapped my arms around her, as I felt her body go limp with exhaustion and confusion, I couldn't shake the feeling that I had won the battle only to lose something far more important. The woman in my arms was Lunara Blackthorne, Shadow Queen of the eternal realm.

"The ones in the dark don't have a heartbeat. I do." We reached the Chamber of the First Drop, but it was gone. In its place was a flat, obsidian platform that stretched into infinity. Standing at the center was a figure that made my heart stop. It wasn't a titan or a ghost. It was Me. The Shadow-Prime was a perfect, crystalline replica of the White Queen. She wore the alabaster silks of the Mirror-World, her eyes two pits of indigo starlight, her skin unblemished and radiating a sterile, white-violet heat. She held a version of the Void-Blade that was made of pure, unrefined Aether.

she said as she stormed out of the room. "Queen," Ace Denzell bowed, fisting his hands against his chest. The Queen was an old woman with dark skin that contrasted sharply with the pale vampires of their bloodline. Her eyes were large, dark brown and her lips slightly red as they curled upward in an amused smile. She looked like she was born in the shadows. In her room, she had summoned the entire Dark Shadow Coven council, consisting of an Ace, two assassins knights, and a Witch Rosaline.

Perfect brows furrowed and sad obsidian eyes bore into my soul. Trouble ~ Camylio Shane My fingers trembled around her hands. My Queen stared into the gateway that couldn’t hide the darkness within. I almost want to smile at the fire glaring defiantly up at me. She doesn’t know. How could she? This life and everyone before it were a blank canvas. The Goddess held the paintbrush. We were nothing but her play things. I wanted her, and only her. Of course, I wanted to sink my canines into her pretty little neck and claim her so that everyone who saw her would know she was mine.

Penelope’s breath caught as she took in the craftsmanship, her fingers itching to trace the delicate designs. “These will be your quarters,” Thanion said, reaching for the handles. But as he pushed the doors open, a sound cut through the air, freezing them both in place. Loud, unabashed moaning. Penelope’s face burned as her eyes darted to the source of the noise. There, sprawled naked across the bed, was a spectral woman. Her glowing form was striking, her hair a cascade of silver fire spilling over her shoulders. She lay wide-legged, her movements slow and deliberate as she pleasured herself.

Eleanor’s POV: It must be said, Shadow’s fan base is incredibly strong! What’s even more surprising is that although Shadow writes male-oriented sci-fi, a full third of her fans are actually female readers! And these female fans are mostly very level-headed. Led by Summer, they’ve been holding their ground in the comments section since last night, standing firm against the keyboard warriors and misogynistic men. I shared all this with Scarlett. She felt a warm glow inside upon hearing it.

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

the Queen said quietly, “everyone insists on pretending otherwise.” She turned toward the window again, dismissal already in her posture. “You will have until the third night before the full moon.” Dustin bowed his head. “It will be done.” As she faded from the room, Dastin remained still, listening to Icewood’s breath. The Queen was right about one thing. The spring would not give the Shadow Alpha power. It would take everything he was not meant to have. And when it did, the world would feel the crack. Icewood did not forgive mistakes.