Novel & Cerita Shadow X Elina

“She fell on me. Her arms went around me, and even as she sank to the ground, she held me close. I was screaming—I think. Or maybe I was just shaking. She was cold already. Or maybe I was. And then... then she spoke. Just once more.” Trixie stopped pacing. Her voice dropped to a whisper, reverent and haunted. “She said, ‘Trixielyn, you must live. You must live with strength and courage, because what comes next will try to take both from you.’” She looked down, her hands twisting in the fabric of her gown. “She told me that I would want to give up. That others would try to dim the light in me. That I’d be called names. ‘Shadow. Curse. Ghost.’ She said all of that. As if she knew.”

To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow. And now? Gone. No contact. No way to reach them. Elena’s words came back to me like a curse: “If you walk away, it won’t just be you who pays. Your mother. Your sister. Even Laura.” I pressed my fists to my eyes, fighting the sting of tears. How was I supposed to protect them now? How could I send money, or warn them, or even let them know I was alive? A devastation so sharp it stole my breath spread through me. Every exit I thought I had was closing one by one.

"But we have a situation that requires the Luna's attention." I exchanged glances with Draven. "What kind of situation?" "The kind involving a terrified sixteen-year-old Shadowborn who just manifested violently and is currently locked in her pack's cells awaiting execution." My exhaustion vanished. "Where?" Eastern territories. Small pack called Stone Ridge. The girl—her name is Elena—killed two warriors accidentally during her awakening. The pack Alpha has sentenced her to death." His violet eyes were grave. "They execute her at sunset tomorrow.

Elara snarled, standing up, her hair whipped into a frenzy by the rising wind. She looked at Vane, who was struggling to stand, his arm hanging uselessly at his side. She looked at Mia, trapped against the wall. The fear was gone, replaced by a lethal, focused clarity. "Vane," Elara said, her voice dropping into that haunting, tri-tonal resonance. "Give me the shadow. All of it." "Elara, if you take it all, there’s no coming back," Vane wheezed, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. "You'll become the Bank."

Their shapes were fluid, shifting like smoke in the air, but there was no mistaking the danger in their presence. “Elena!” Lucas shouted, pulling her to the side as one of the shadows lunged at them. Elena instinctively reached out, the Heart’s magic flaring up. The energy around her crackled violently as she struggled to control it, sending out a pulse of raw power that knocked the shadow figure back. But it only staggered for a moment before coming back, more determined. “We need to move, now!” Seraphina yelled, drawing her sword. She charged at the nearest shadow, slashing through it with a swift strike. The figure dissipated into a swirl of smoke, but more quickly replaced it.

I bang the back of my head against the tree truck, dreading the moment I finally tear into a human being. I peer out of the corner of my eye to the tree, fifteen or twenty yards across from me to my right, where Iselyn is chained. Her head is bowed down so I can’t get a full view of her face, but I can see her fidgeting and rubbing her bare feet together, as if she’s playing footsies with herself. As if sensing my eyes on her, she lifts her head. I can see the anxiety coming off of her in low waves. Lowly humming, looking around and chewing on the inside of her cheek.

My father’s eyes. A Maddox by marriage. A Graye by blood. No wonder the Watcher noticed me. I splash water on my face. In the flicker of the fluorescent light, I see her again—Elara. Behind me in the mirror. She doesn’t move. Just stares. Find the fire where it started, she whispers. Camille is waiting.

he’d said, shaking his head. “She’ll adjust,” I replied tightly. “Sure,” Zayn chuckled. “And I’m the Pope.” Dinner was even worse. Alessia never missed an opportunity to jab me with her tongue, and Zayn sat there enjoying the show like it was a comedy act. After she stormed off again, Zayn leaned back in his chair, smirking. “She’s got fire. I like her.” “She’s reckless,” I muttered. “She’s alive,” Zayn countered. “Most women in our world are trained shadows. She’s a storm.”

she swooned happily, but knowing her, I understood it was all an act. We kept moving forward, heading towards the base of Shadow Organisation. It was dark but our heightened sense of sight made it easier to navigate our way. As we treaded further inland, I could sense Ella's eyes on me. I turned only to see that she was extracting a hidden gun with her free hand, ready to shoot me by keeping it near her leg. Her eyes flashed all black as she pulled the trigger and I dodged the bullet by rolling to my side. My warriors were onto her in an instant while Asher ran to be by my side. He helped me up.

“Don’t make me hurt you, Sierra.” “It was a man named Ian. He used to be Willow’s neighbor. He has been demanding compensation from Willow for his father’s death, but Willow refuses to give his family any more money. H-He plans to trick Willow into a secluded place and record a compromising video to blackmail her. It’s all Ian’s idea. I just helped with the location.” “Smack!” Roy swung his hand, knocking Sierra sideways. She fell to the ground, her ears ringing violently from the blow.