Shadow Tale Novels & Stories

Shadow reappeared, her eyes filled with sorrow. 🌬️Ayanna, you've fallen. Your soul is lost.🌬️ Ayanna's response was a cold, calculated smile. "I've won, Shadow. Louis is mine." The darkness pulsed, its power coursing through Ayanna's veins. Louis's vacant gaze never wavered, his heart trapped in Ayanna's spell. "Together," Ayanna whispered, "we'll seal our fate Tonight." Shadow Smirked 🌬️Ayanna, remember who you once were. Fight the darkness🌬️

Dahlly’ right hand touched the tip of my forehead. She flicked the top of my head, creating a clinking sound as her fingers collided with the dark crystal rune on its center. “I got you now… Shadow wolf!”

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Ann shook her head, realizing her hand was shaking out of fear, "I'm sorry." "But I'm the only one who can get the Dragon Eye out of the wand." Damon looked really surprised when Ann refused him, "You cannot find another Darkhole anywhere else!" "What's a Darkhole?!" Ann frowned. "It's the only thing that can suck out the souls The Shadow absorbed!" Damon stood up, blocking Ann's way, "How else are you gonna get your Dragon Eye back?" "The Shadow absorbs souls?" Ann mumbled slowly, seeing a shred of light -- If she gets the soul of Lilith out of The Shadow and puts hers in, then the wand would belong to her!

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

DAY 3 First attack. Lyra was feeding Baby Lyra. Kael was changing Rowan. The temperature dropped. Frost crawled up the window. “Kael,” Lyra whispered. The shadow formed in the corner. No face. Just Lord Virel’s coat. It didn’t speak. It reached for the crib. Kael moved. His sword sliced through it. Ash scattered. The shadow reformed by the door. “Get out,” Kael growled. The shadow tilted its head. Then vanished through the wall.

"The agreement is over Elara. Welcome to the New Age. The Age of the Endless Hunt." ​The mountain under the Forge shook and then with a crack, the ground started to break open.. It wasn't hot lava that came out. ​It was the Shadows. Thousands of them.. They were very hungry. ​As the first of the Shadows jumped towards them, Elara tried to grab Damon but her hand went right through him. His body, which was part solar and part hybrid, was reacting badly to the vault opening. ​"Damon!" she shouted. He was disappearing into the light of the red beam and before she could catch him, the ground under her gave way and she fell into the very dark depths of the newly opened hole.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of