Shadow's Turnt To Light Novels & Stories

It touched Morat's shield, passed through it, and then reached the shadows. The effect was instantaneous. The first shadow shrieked, struggling, but slowly its form began to fade. "NO! THIS IS NOT THE END I WANTED!" But the three other shadows stopped attacking. They stood still, their smoky bodies beginning to glow from within with a soft white light. Hoarse voices emerged, clearer now: "Thank... you..." "I'm... tired..." "Good... bye..." They did not vanish. They faded, turning into particles of light that ascended, passing through the stone ceiling, and disappeared.

I melted into the shadows, dodging each attack, the heat grazing my skin but never quite touching me. I emerged from the darkness once more, sending tendrils of shadow snaking toward him. This time, they were thicker, more solid. They wrapped around his arms and legs, pinning him in place. I tightened my grip, feeling the shadows constrict his movements. Hyperion struggled, his muscles bulging as he tried to break free, but the shadows held firm. For a moment, it seemed like I had him. But then, with a roar of effort, Hyperion's body exploded with solar energy. The shadows disintegrated under the intense heat, and I was forced to retreat, shielding my eyes from the blinding light.

Baron’s mocking voice echoes across the battlefield. The moment he taunts me, I rush toward him in my human form. His hands lift slightly, and the metal beams behind him begin to tremble. With a groaning sound, the steel bends and tears apart. He hurls the heavy pieces toward me with terrifying force. I dodge each one, feeling my instincts sharpen. Every heartbeat strengthens my senses. The shadows around us come alive, reaching for me like loyal allies. They wrap around my body and lift me, carrying me through the air. I move faster, striking from the darkness, using the night to cloak my attacks. The shadows trap the vampires who try to escape, consuming them in silence.

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

Lily didn’t breathe. She couldn’t. Because shadows don’t move on their own. They don’t turn. They don’t look back. But this one did. Luca’s shadow tilted its head— Slow. Deliberate. Aware. And then— It stopped pretending. The light around them shifted. Not dimming. Not brightening. Repositioning. Like reality itself was adjusting to show something it had been hiding. Lily’s grip on Luca tightened instinctively. “Luca…” she whispered.

Pretending exhaustion, I dropped my guard for a crucial second. He took the bait and lunged. I spun inside his reach and drove my palm into his chest, releasing a concentrated burst of Shadowborn magic directly into his heart. Not enough to stop it. Just enough to make it stutter. He collapsed, gasping. The three I had knocked back initially were recovering. One shifted into wolf form and charged. I met him with a wall of silver flames. He hit it and yelped, backing away.

The lights in the room seemed to fade, and the children faded around her: Everything disappeared, and she was left alone in that cold, dark room. The metallic smell of blood laced through the room, and she turned around to be surrounded by the ghost of those children. They were covered in blood. Some of their arms and legs twisted abnormally and some sustained deep wounds. She wanted to run, but she couldn’t. Her feet were glued to where she stood. They all neared her in that circle, they wanted to hurt her: They walked closer to her. Closer: Closer:

“Do you really think your shadows can overpower the light? My light?” Thalion laughed, the sound echoing eerily in the chamber. “Light is nothing but a temporary illusion, my old friend. It flickers and fades. Shadows endure. Or… have you forgotten our good old days?” He extended his hand, and the walls of the chamber trembled. Grotesque figures emerged from the stone, phantoms of despair that howled and screeched as they launched themselves at Lucifer. Trying its best to inflict damage upon him.

Malachi, eyes scanning the horizon, suddenly pointed, "There, in the distance! A shadow, out of place amidst this luminescence." The guardians followed his gaze, and indeed, a dark form seemed to be approaching, its energy clashing with the radiant vibes of the grove. Isolde, her instincts kicking in, said, "We need to intercept, and understand its intentions." Liora, holding out her hand, produced a gentle orb of light. "Let's use this to guide the shadow, lure it closer." The shadow, drawn to Liora's orb, began to take a more defined shape as it neared — a cloaked figure, its face hidden, emanating an aura of chaos and disruption.