Shadow Shadow Fruit Novels & Stories

“Not there. Not ever.” But even as I said it, I knew my protest was just that—words. Symbols don’t mean much when a man like Marcelo decides to erase them. My eyes drifted to the broken shards of my phone. Pieces of glass sparkled under the dim light, like tiny stars scattered across the rug. My chest ached. That phone had been my lifeline—my way to wire money back to my mother, to Fae. To make sure they ate. To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow.

Dark wooden walls, panelling and tapestries make this place echo claustrophobically on an evening. “Yes, the other fruits are still fine.” “One of the three…what do you think it means, any rumours yet?” “I heard little Phoebe Kharkov asking if the fruits stood for the packs. White Forest, Rising Star and us, and that was one of us was rotten-” “Well she’s an idiot!” I snapped. “Don’t let that idea spread, Shadowlands is not linked to the bloody pears!” “Of course, she’s only young. Everyone else thinks it is heatwave damage.” Shaking my head as we climbed the stairs, I wondered if this was the first time Jackson had lied to me or if it was just the first time I had been able to tell.

The young Alpha asked his father to come along with him and his mate, for them to show the Black Blade. Once in Accashia’s room, Bathal sat on an empty chair near the door and crossed his legs. The King brought a banana and another odd fruit which Accashia called as moon-berry. A berry that grew from the ashes of the burnt bones of the Shadows, a fruit that became a delicacy. "Where is the black blade you’re talking about?" Bathal asked as he looked around the room.

Today was sometimes. When it was evening, both of them returned back to the infirmary. When they were gone, i had wanted to take a bath and noticed something from inside my wrist. I had been scared and wanted to know what it was. As soon as they had arrived, I rolled up my sleeve slowly, revealing the inside of my forearm. There, beneath the skin, a faint outline shimmered...silver, like light underwater. Like something was trying to emerge. Marcus went still. Logan stared, lips parting like he wanted to say something but didn’t.

The shadow screamed as the light struck it, but it didn’t retreat. “You can’t fight it alone!” Eli shouted, rushing to her side. “I’m not alone,” Lyla said, her voice strong. The pack joined her, their combined energy bolstering the light. The shadow screamed again, its form weakening as the light grew brighter. Lyla felt the forest’s energy surging through her, stronger than ever. She focused all of it into a single burst of light, aiming it directly at the shadow’s core. The shadow let out one final, deafening scream before it dissolved into nothingness. The tree shuddered, its blackened bark cracking and crumbling away to reveal vibrant, glowing wood beneath.

Today was Saturday, and we had enough time to resolve this matter. There he was, standing in the middle of the clearing in his full glory. The morning light filtered through the dense foliage, casting dappled shadows on him, making him seem ethereal. In the semi-darkness, I couldn't make out his expression, and he waved for me to come over.

Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad! That poison could take down a werewolf, eating away at every vein and nerve, making them weaker and weaker until... It was the worst way I could think of to go. Things happened so fast. They aimed for my weak spots, and no matter how hard I had trained in the past, I could not take on so many opponents at once. "Thorne!" I yelled, my voice almost breaking. He whipped his head around and started to come over, but Isolde clung to him.

“This is it.” --- **The Shadow’s Grip** The moment Selene touches the shard, the ground shakes. The Shadow’s laughter echoes through the tomb, his form materializing before us. *“You cannot stop me,”* he sneers. *“The crown’s power is mine.”* Selene clutches the shard, her glow brightening. “We’ll see about that.” The Shadow raises a hand, tendrils of darkness snaking toward us. I raise my hands, my glow intensifying, but it’s not enough.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

Fight the darkness🌬️ Ayanna's laughter mocked Shadow. "I am the darkness. And Louis Is Mine." 🌬️ I see... You're truly the Darkness... You have finally lost your soul.. if only you listened to me... Hope when you recover you won't regret you action.. cos I will be off no help to you... I'm just as powerless As your other Daughter.. Almandra 🌬️. Shadow cold voice whispered with a pained smile before she disappeared from their presence... The mirror's surface rippled once more, revealing Sapphire's reflection.