Shadow X Elina Novels & Stories

Silas growled, his hand tightening on the hilt of a jagged, half-formed obsidian blade that had manifested from the air. "I’m the Senior Adjuster for the **Universal Liability Group**," the Other Elara said, tapping her tablet. "And I’m the one who wrote the 'Shadow King' romance sub-plot. Honestly, I didn't think you'd actually fall for him. It was a bit cliché, don't you think? The brooding monster and the forsaken girl?" "It wasn't a plot!" I screamed, lunging for her. Sarah caught me, her arms like iron bands. "Elara, stop! If you kill her, the skiff’s navigation locks! She’s the only one with the 'Admin-Key' to get us past the orbital sensors!"

An image of a woman with unnervingly dark, knowing eyes and a cruel, painted smile appeared on the screen. She swiped to the next file. "Whisper-in-Shadow. A Fae assassin who can literally parasitize a target's shadow, becoming one with it. The entry says not even a Prime Alpha's senses can detect him until the moment of the killing blow." The corresponding image was a swirling vortex of darkness, vaguely humanoid, a shape that seemed to hurt the eyes to look at.

Once they got in, the driver left the Shadowfang Clan. The drive from there to the Shadowed moon pack lasted for about three hours and when they arrived, they had already finished the mating ceremony. Jaxon was making his speech as Elvira and Zayn walked in. Everyone gave a bow of respect to them. They were offered the front seat and they sat down. Seeing Elvira walk in, Jaxon beamed and waved slightly at her. "The Lycan Queen is here." He suddenly said and she smiled at him. "Your highness, please say hello to everyone." He pleaded with a bow. El glanced at Zayn who gave her a nod.

Gabriel whispered into the dark of the car, his lips pressing firmly against Julian's temple. Julian looked out at the glowing lights of Manhattan, a cold, beautiful, unyielding smile touching his lips as he held onto Gabriel Cross, knowing he would never look back again.

“They don't see our bodies; they see our Source-Code. They’re looking for the 'Variable' that Elara injected into the BIOS.” ​The first Inquisitor moved with a speed that defied the laws of inertia. It didn't accelerate; it simply Existed at a different coordinate. One second it was a hundred yards away; the next, it was looming over the sled, its chest-slit flaring with a lethal, absolute-red light. It reached out a long, multi-jointed arm, the fingers vibrating at a frequency that turned the air into a shimmering heat-haze. ​“SHADOW-BURST!” Killian roared.

Elena placed everything out for me and I started to clean myself from head to toe, getting rid of the bloody smell. Turning off the shower I wrapped a towel around my body and head. Wiping away the steam that covered the mirror I started on my hair, slicking it back into a high ponytail. Walking out of the bathroom I stopped in front of the bed and just stared at the duffel bag. The reason why I stopped was because I wanted to give all my attention to Neveah and keep her away from that world, keep her safe but I had to bring the Shadow of Death back if it meant keeping my baby safe and taking down those who wanted to hurt her and if I didn’t want something to happen again.

She received designer gowns, diamond bracelets, limited-edition bags, and even a private beach villa worth millions. My phone slipped from my hand and shattered against the pavement. The cracked screen reflected my pale face. I used every ounce of strength just to stop my hands from shaking long enough to save screenshots of every transaction. ... The next morning, I went home to pack my things. What I saw was Nolan walking out of Irene's bedroom shirtless. When he saw me, he narrowed his eyes lazily, clearly in a good mood. "Babe, you're back?" Irene wrapped her arms around his neck smugly. Her skin was covered in marks that made it obvious what they had been doing.

I raised my sword. Show yourself! A shadow appeared on the wall. It had no face. No body. Only two glowing eyes. You defeated the Creator. I stepped forward. Who are you? You defeated the Void. I raised my sword higher. Answer me! The shadow laughed. But you never defeated the darkness inside yourself. The crystal shattered. Black energy rushed into the room. Cassian pulled our daughter behind him. I stepped forward. The darkness surrounded me. Then I heard a familiar voice. Elara.

Elena whispered: “You've been alone with them.” The shadow stepped backward. “Stop.” “All those consequences.” “STOP.” “All those people.” The walls shook. “STOP!” Lucas covered his ears. Elena didn't move. “You remember everyone I didn't.” The shadow screamed. The cavern disappeared. Elena stood in darkness. Alone. No family. No First Door. No systems. Only the shadow. Except now it wasn't shapeless. It looked like Elena. Same face. Same body. But exhausted. Older.

The shadows writhed and twisted, coalescing into a familiar form that made Elena's blood freeze in her veins. Elara stepped forward, her cold smile fixed in place, her silver eyes gleaming with triumph. The darkness swirled around her like a living cloak, pulsing with malevolent energy that seemed to feed on the very air of the chamber. She looked more powerful than before, more solid, more real. Her presence was suffocating, ancient. Elena's body tensed for battle, her claws extending instinctively. "You're supposed to be dead. I watched you die. I felt your life fade. I held your body in my arms."