Shadow X Elina Novels & Stories

“We are close to finding the truth.” “Are you that happy?” Elijah lifted a small smile when Shadow’s cheekbone lifted. Although Shadow didn’t take part in the brawl, she was wearing her sleeveless knee-length coat attached with a hoodie painted with a yellow and red snarl falcon logo at the back. Plus with the creepy smiling mask on the face. The majority of them didn’t know Shadow’s face and only the trusted members had the privilege to have seen one. “We are near the end. The useless territory dispute will end soon.”

The flickering sparks danced across her smiling face, but in that glow, I suddenly saw Alyssa's silhouette from last year's Moon Goddess Festival. She was standing by the altar, setting off her own fireworks. "Matteo, this color is so beautiful." I snapped back to reality and blinked hard. "What's wrong? You don't look so good," Sabrina said, coming to stand in front of me. I shook my head with a frown, and Sabrina grabbed another firework and went to play by the shore alone. Why did Alyssa's shadow keep haunting my mind? I grew increasingly irritated. I sat on the rocks for a long time before finally pulling out my phone and opening Alyssa's chat window.

There, near the training field, a group of guards had formed a tight circle around something—no, someone. A wolf. Bloodied, shaking. My breath caught in my throat. The wolf shifted, collapsing into human form—a girl, no older than sixteen, her eyes glazed and skin smeared with crimson. I recognized her. “Elena?” I gasped, running forward before Kael could stop me. She blinked up at me, weak. “Liana… run. They… they know.” “Who knows?” I knelt beside her, brushing the hair from her face. “The Shadows…” she whispered. “They’re… here.”

Same dark intensity, same careful control, same hint of pain beneath the surface. This was the woman he had loved. The woman who had allegedly destroyed herself because of him. Except she had not destroyed herself. She had destroyed her old life and built a new one dedicated to revenge. "Hartley Sinclair." She sat across from me without asking permission. "You are prettier than your photos. I can see why Declan chose you." "He did not choose me. He selected me. Like a job candidate." "Ah. So you know about that." Elena ordered coffee from a passing waiter with the ease of someone who had done this a thousand times. "Good. I was worried I would have to break that particular illusion first."

She rolled her eyes. “The Moon Goddess?! Yeah sure.” Shadow scoffed. “If you ARE the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?” Shadow glared and Jen released a low growl. “How do you know our names? And how do you know about all our pups?” Jen snarled. Shadow had his arm around his mate’s waist. It wasn’t to protect her from Selene but more to keep her from pouncing on Selene.

I said, licking my bottom lip for effect. “I want the child,” Elle said, looking up at me with a pout. ‘Ready, darling?’ ‘Ready.’ The shadows from around the room waited for my command. We had practiced this enough to know exactly what needed to happen. Elle would push out her aura just like Faye had done for the Shadow Creek attack. This time it would attach to the humans, Celestials, and the vampires on our side. The shadows would help shield them by solidifying while the Moon Fire and other shadows took out the nasty ass vampires.

As the moon dipped below the horizon, casting a dark shadow over Gettysburg's battle-scarred landscape, Reid and Elena prepared for the forbidden ritual. They stood within a circle of candles, their flickering flames dancing across the faces of the ancient tombstones. Elena's hands moved with deliberate precision, etching intricate symbols into the earth. Reid watched, his eyes burning with determination, as she poured a crimson liquid into the center of the circle. "The blood of the innocent," she whispered, "to awaken the Devouring Shadow."

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

What you do will determine the outcome. Despite the seriousness of the situation, Lyria took a step forward and spoke steadily. "The Shadow must be destroyed. Tell us what needs to be done. Elarion reached out and touched the crystal, and a picture appeared in its depths. It showed a barren countryside, engulfed in shadows, with people writhing in pain. "The Shadow feeds on fear, despair, and loss," Elarion stated the statement. "To sever its lifeline, you must willingly relinquish that which you hold most dear."

Shadow reappeared, her eyes filled with sorrow. 🌬️Ayanna, you've fallen. Your soul is lost.🌬️ Ayanna's response was a cold, calculated smile. "I've won, Shadow. Louis is mine." The darkness pulsed, its power coursing through Ayanna's veins. Louis's vacant gaze never wavered, his heart trapped in Ayanna's spell. "Together," Ayanna whispered, "we'll seal our fate Tonight." Shadow Smirked 🌬️Ayanna, remember who you once were. Fight the darkness🌬️