Shadow Shadow Fruit Novels & Stories

Juviana had sprinkled her own uniqueness and the queen in this kingdom did the same. Usually, the power that they sprinkled in nature would create a unique fruit that only exists in the kingdom. For Juviana who mastered the wind attribute, she had the cold fruit appear everywhere in the kingdom. “Earth!” Shadow murmured. She inspected the earth color tangerine just a few meters away from her. Juviana couldn’t stop to be amazed. Shadow was so brilliant. Her observation skills were too high. “... who we got here.” A foreign voice suddenly talked to them.

The air was rich with the scent of ripe berries, citrus, and something unfamiliar—something sweet and almost floral. My eyes wandered across the spread of fruits, recognizing some from the human world while others were completely foreign. One caught my attention—it was deep purple with a soft glow around it. "What’s this?" I asked, picking it up. Leila smiled. "Moonfruit. It’s rare. Only grows here in Shadowhaven." "Can I try it?" Mira grinned. "Of course! Just don’t eat too much, or you might start glowing too." I blinked. "Wait, what?"

The journey to her cottage took them along winding roads flanked by towering trees, their branches reaching out like ancient sentinels guarding the secrets of the wilderness. From the confines of his car, Damon observed Aqua's quaint abode—a small cottage nestled at the edge of town. The cottage stood as a solitary figure amidst a lush landscape, surrounded by a canopy of ancient trees that seemed to whisper secrets in the wind. Its timeworn exterior, adorned with ivy and climbing roses, exuded a rustic charm that spoke of simpler times.

I got my dad's light green ones, while Augustus has his dad, Kiran’s, gold and Ares has mom's lilac ones. Augustus is the only one of us to get an ancient shadow though. Ares got an executive shadow, with the ability to freeze time. It pairs well with his seer abilities. I got an executive shadow as well. My shadow, Luz, can bend light, which makes it able to clone me, make me invisible, cast mirages or illusions, and so forth. Then you add the fact that I am fused with a small part of mom's shadow and dad's shadow, giving me a small amount of my dad's healing ability, and mom's ability to control other's shadows, making me a damn powerhouse.

Before them stretched a vast underground forest. Its trees grew upside down. Their roots reached toward the sky above. Their branches disappeared into the glowing earth below. Thousands of luminous fruits hung from the inverted canopy. Each fruit contained moving images. Lives. Moments. Dreams. Harbor stared in wonder. "Are those..." The child nodded. "Possibilities." The former Shadow whispered, "They haven't happened." "No." "They're waiting." A gentle breeze stirred the hanging branches. One fruit detached itself. It floated toward Ama.

I was able to display my intelligence. “Look at the Forest of Shadows, named because it shadow is twice as much as its geography making it look a lot bigger than it actually is and thus making it look very dark miles before you even reach the actual forest. We can use this to create confusion,” as I spoke, I pointed at the large map that was spread out on the table.

But the light from the staff was dim, flickering like a candle in the heart of a storm. Kit, from behind a tree, threw something, an ordinary stone. Yet strangely, the stone passed straight through one of the shadow’s eyes. The eye shrieked in pain, closing as it dissolved into black smoke. "You!" the shadow bellowed, its attention partially shifting toward Kit. Siron saw it. Kit, having been exposed to the silver flowers and the collective dream, still carried a lingering sensitivity. Perhaps that was what made his attack effective. But there was no time for analysis. The shadow formed black, clawed hands, reaching toward the golden symbol on the floor of the treehouse, the symbol of two bo

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over campus, Charlie, Maya, Ethan, and Liam gathered in their secret hiding place, the old abandoned hedge garden behind the science building. The air was thick with anticipation; they had been waiting for this moment for weeks. The four friends had been diligently gathering information about the plot against the werewolf king, and now they were ready to share their findings with Jessica.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

But when I open them again and look towards where he is, I still see black leather wings and crimson eyes. His fighting is even more impressive than what I’ve seen in Sahara’s gladiator ring. When the shadow aims some kind of power, he flies back, flips, and lunges at what I assume is its head. He flaps his wings, pushing the shadow back and aims his sword over it, cutting through it. He twirls again and piercing the center of the shadow over and over again until the shadow fractures and shatters into a million pieces. As soon as that happens, the fog fades, and the dark monster disappears, leaving the shadows of the true darkness behind.