Shadow X Cream Novels & Stories

As I approached the corner, I spotted the man leaning against a lamppost, his face obscured by the shadows. “Cassandra?” he asked, his voice low and rough. I nodded, keeping my distance. “You have it?” He reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, nondescript package, no bigger than a paperback book. “Same deal as always. No stops, no questions. Got it?” “Got it.” I stepped forward, taking the package from him. He lingered for a moment, his eyes scanning the street before nodding and disappearing into the shadows. I slipped the package into my bag and turned to leave, my heart already racing.

The coppery scent of blood mingled with the acrid tang of gunpowder, creating a cocktail that clung to my skin, my clothes—my soul. I crouched low near the tall corner window of the east wing, my back pressed against the cool stone. My eyes stayed locked on the shadows moving outside across the manoir’s vast lawn. The golden afternoon light had long since surrendered to dusk, and now everything was bathed in hues of smoke, flame, and chaos. The kind of chaos that eats everything in its path.

Because I'm the person she says is in front of her. "Shadow Levin 17 years old, I'm a Night keeper. I can be a shadow and I control the darkness." Shadow introduced himself, He still smiling at me so I smiled back. He is so humble. "Ice Oxiexy 17 years old, I'm a Frozen burg. I can control the ice."She introduce herself.

He nodded, contented from my response. “The shadow pack has a secret gift, passed down to generations. Its an ability inherited from our ancestors, an ability to see through the shadow of the people. It is called the ‘shadow eye’.” I... haven’t heard of that. My confusion must have illustrated with my reaction that Jacob gave an immediate explanation for it. “I have the ability to see colors, shades of it, to the shadow. These hues have meaning such as envy, joy, sadness, wrath, arousal, some certain emotions. Also, uh, strength and… weakness.”

It was brighter and warmer, like something waking up. I reached for the ceramic jar hidden behind my perfume bottles. Moonshade. The paste was thick and gray, smelling of bitter herbs and ash. Stay small, stay silent, stay alive. I scooped out more than usual. The mark was glowing brighter these days. I spread the paste over my chest and winced at the sting. The glow dimmed beneath the gray coating until it was almost invisible. I stared at the faint shimmer still visible if you knew where to look. I would need to be careful today.

The face of the slave warrior forms, every detail identical, only her eyes remain her dark pits of Shadow. The black death reemerged with me, whispers words to cheer me on. But I need no such compulsion. I have enough wrath inside me to destroy much more than just one soul. My hand reaches for her neck, as images of her hands on Shades flash through my mind, the push, her smile as she hovered over the balcony admiring her handiwork. One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder.

She told him how some people believed that a chief priest life depends on the existence of the black pot. A faint click of desperation in his throbbing chest and he was alert. He went back to the shrine, affirming himself that he was doing a holy cause. A cause that would give him a great stand when he starts the crusade. Spanning the width of the entire room, he noticed a multitude of clay pots at the right, circling themselves in an unusual way as if displaying a sign. As he drew closer, he saw a statue that stood in the darkness, close to the black pot. The statue was carved out from dried clay. It was carved in such a way that it had an abnormally long head and large breasts resembling t

"Good. Now for the cure." "Here?" "No. This requires preparation. Ingredients. A proper ritual space." She looked at the corrupted arm. "But I can slow the spread. Buy us a few more days." She pulled a vial from her robes. Dark liquid that seemed to move on its own. "Drink this." "What is it?" "Shadow essence. Distilled from the same void the Shade came from. It will confuse the corruption. Make it think you're already consumed. Slow its spread while I prepare the cure."

Talia looked amazed as she turned to Mystical Chubby. "Mystical Chubby, what is this ointment? It's like magic!" "Sweetheart, this is a special hemostatic cream that Mystical Chubby whipped up himself," Howard said with a chuckle. Every man in the Blood Shadow Force carried that cream—it was a lifesaver. Back in the Western Region, when Mystical Chubby was not deep in conversation with the nurses about the meaning of life, he was busy crafting that very ointment and other healing remedies.

I present to you…the Ivory Radiance Cream! A large PowerPoint slide was projected, showing an exquisite, crystal clear white ointment. Jasmine trembled suddenly, shocked. "Isn't that...our product? Why is it on their screen?!"