Shadow X Cream Novels & Stories

Marcus' POV The door closed behind Alpha Brandon. I leaned back in my chair. That working together... it was something I had to do. A bad thing made slightly better with a small amount of good. Alpha Brandon's idea was simple Glam Parlour and Spectra Style House working together to create designs for the upcoming Luna Festival. A big show of pack unity. A total and complete fake. The truth was I never planned to work fairly with Logan. Spectra Style House was a problem for me a constant competitor that tried to take Glam Parlour's place as the top design house in the area.

Anna managed to choke out. "Well, look at this to cheer you up!" Sophie spun her laptop around. On the screen was a dress of deep, midnight emerald silk with a plunging back and a slit that went to the hip. "I found it. For you. It’s called 'The Shadow’s Grace.' It’s perfect, Anna. You’ll look like a queen." Anna looked at the dress. It was the color of the forest at midnight. It was the color of a trap. "It’s fine, Soph," Anna said, her voice hollow.

The black liquid leaking from her eyes wasn't blood; it was the physical manifestation of the Shadow Heir’s data, an ink that rewrote the reality of anyone it touched. "Selene, stop!" Xander shouted, stepping between me and the creature wearing his sister-in-law’s face. He raised his hands, the scars on his wrists glowing a desperate, flickering gold, trying to tap into a power he no longer fully possessed. "You’re fighting the sync! I know you’re still in there!"

Every wolf for themselves- true lab motto. I run full speed and jump over them, jumping in front of her. I push her behind me and bare my teeth, “1005, where the hell have you been!?” she screams. The Shadow beings are nasty creatures. Foam comes from their mouths and their eyes are black and hollow. They smell disgusting and all they want to do is kill and eat. “I couldn’t find any deer. I looked all night, but these fuckers have cleared the forest of them. I didn’t want you three to give me shit so I looked for as long as I could!” I lie.

She moved to the other side and took Xena’s hand, saying, “This is Xena, also known as the Fashion Master. She’s also Shadow from Black Den.” “Shadow?” All four men were equally surprised, especially Elliot. He did not expect Xena to be associated with Black Den. Hamish was shocked, too, thinking, ‘She’s Shadow?! Rumor has it Shadow can bring disaster to the nation, and no one can resist her seductive tactics. She’s quick-handed and skilled in mechanical design. Also, her whip is unstoppable.’ Hamish’s heart pounded after finding out she was a member of Black Den. He stood up and looked at her, asking tremblingly, “Xena, you’re Shadow?”

Clearly, their outfits were properly planned. Meanwhile, Sharon, who led the group in the front, was the most attractive among them. She wore a bright, rose-red coat, a white knitted sweater with a large butterfly knot, black skin-tight pants, and black boots. With her hair tied into a ponytail, coupled with her great physique, she seemed almost like a teenage girl. Despite the crowd and clutter all around, Sharon was able to spot her daughter-in-law, Xyla, at one glance. Nobody else in the crowd shone as brightly as Xyla. When Sharon saw how Xyla approached each customer with ease and grace, she felt extremely proud.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

She's brought out of her thoughts when Maya starts speaking. Maya: (leaning in) “I was thinking of incorporating elements from the different supernatural cultures we have here at the school. Like, maybe a wolf howling at the moon for the werewolves, and maybe a spell book and some potions for the witches. What do you think?” Charlie: (thoughtfully) “That sounds cool. I had more of an abstract idea. I've been doing a lot of art therapy lately, I've been using colors to represent emotions. I thought it would be cool to do that here. Like red and gold for the happiness and strength wolves feel when they change and can run in their wolf form. And maybe a rich blue and purple to represent the pow

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

He'll protect me. So I close my eyes and breathe in and out. My body slowly relaxes. The shaman starts humming, his grip on my hand tightening. “A very dark power. It's shading the moon red…” His voice is almost a whisper. “Do you see a man?” I hear Jaxon's voice. “I see a shadow,” the shaman replies. “I see… blood soaking the moon.” I want to open my eyes, but I have to keep them closed. I don't want to interrupt whatever's going on. But then, when he whispers, “I see…” “Kaar,”