Shadow X Cream Novels & Stories

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

I couldn't even smell her scent so I couldn't follow her. That night I couldn't get her off my mind, sleep was not an option. I need to find out who she is and why I am having a hard time detecting what she is. My wolf said she is a werewolf but I can't smell her wolf on her at all. Shadow thinks that she has no clue what she is. He also thinks that she was never part of a pack as we can't detect any pack scent on her either. Witch I guess would have made scents on why she has no wolf yet if she has never been around our kind she would develop at a much slower pace than the rest of us.

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?”

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

I plead, and she looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation, but when she doesn’t, she drops my hands and moves away. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” My excitement is swiftly wiped away by her next words. “The shadow god is an abomination. He was never supposed to be born. He’s the product of an unholy ritual, an anomaly.”

“Like an overdose thing?” “Yeah.” “Yes, of course. If he’s still immobile, then they shouldn’t be using the high one or the darker cream, as it might be too much pressure for the muscles.” “Darker cream?” My forehead creased as I twisted the cap to open it. “Did you mean the color of the cream?” “Yes. The darker it is, the more concentrated the mixture is.” “So, how can a white become darker? What color should it be?” “What white?”

The fog has thickened by the time I arrive, the low mist curling around the trees, like it’s trying to hide the secrets that lie beneath the surface. My car comes to a stop at the edge of the lake, its waters black as oil, reflecting nothing. The moon is hidden behind the thick clouds, leaving everything in a dull, oppressive darkness.

Novak sounded more like a teenager who was in love. "What did she say?" "She never saw me." He said. Maya was lost at this point. "I used the Shadow cloak to sneak into the Blood Crescent pack just at the nick of time to save her from some trouble," he explained. The shadow cloak is woven from a rare fabric and the darkest form of magic. It grants the wearer invisibility and the ability to blend seamlessly into shadows. With this, one can sneak in and out of even the most dangerous territories without being seen or noticed.

He was watching me become a queen of shadows, not a queen of wolves. I didn't hesitate. I pressed the blade to my palm, my blood, the blood of the Shadow Queen, welling up from the cut. It was a dark, crimson color, almost black in the moonlight. I let it drip onto the ground, each drop sizzling as it hit the earth, a hiss of dark energy meeting the soil.