Shadow X Maria Fanfiction Novels & Stories

🙁 Mariah: I’m sure Michael is free though! I growled and put my phone down, I bet she was telling everyone in our group now that she thinks I like him. I mean I do... well, its deeper than that... I hate that I am essentially lying to them by not telling them but still... groaning I stand up and close my window. “Well, Shadow, let’s go home.” I say as I pick her up and walk out of my office, maybe I can get a bit done on my new game... ~~~

The fourth in command of the Guild of Shadows, the man known only as Dark Shadow to those within his inner circle. Maribel sat on the far end, hands clenched into fists. The once-beautiful woman now bore faint traces of scarring on her jawline, a reminder of the nightmare she was living through. The plan was failing. And Nyx was not pleased. “Tell me, Maribel, what exactly have you accomplished in over a year?” His voice was deceptively calm, yet the underlying menace sent chills down her spine.

My smile dropped at the woman who stood frozen with her eyes wide in shock, she was staring at nothing in particular with a mixture of sadness, fear, confusion but most prominently anger in her grey eyes. Her expression caused everyone’s smiles to drop; I took a step closer to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. I looked into her wide eyes and felt Shadow stir restlessly. ‘What is the Shadow? Shadow’s agitation was affecting me. ‘Mate!’ I was taken aback by her reaction; ‘Shadow, this is Tatiana not D-’ I cut myself off and swung around to look at Devin. I looked into his confused eyes and was met with grey eyes strikingly identical to those I stared into just seconds ago.

“Not there. Not ever.” But even as I said it, I knew my protest was just that—words. Symbols don’t mean much when a man like Marcelo decides to erase them. My eyes drifted to the broken shards of my phone. Pieces of glass sparkled under the dim light, like tiny stars scattered across the rug. My chest ached. That phone had been my lifeline—my way to wire money back to my mother, to Fae. To make sure they ate. To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow.

“I told your father the same. I’ll never marry you as long as I’m alive.” Maria shifted uncomfortably, packed her samples quickly. I felt anger rise hot in my chest because he said it in front of her like I was nothing. “You don’t mean that,” I said, voice shaking a little. “Think about the alliance, think about us.” He looked at me directly. “There is no us,” he said. “There never was. You’re a friend, Adriana. Nothing more. How many times must I say it before you'll accept?” Maria cleared her throat softly. “I should go,” she said, bag in hand.

"Ricardo? What—what are you doing?" I loomed over her, my shadow swallowing her whole. I was blinded by the image of Leo and Kim holding hands. I raised my hand high, my palm flat, the Alpha strength behind it enough to break her jaw. I wanted her to feel the pain Maria felt. I wanted to strike the sister because I couldn't strike the brother.

gift—a life sacrifice. "With my blood, I cleanse this blight." I chanted softly, my voice quiet but clear in the howling wind. In that moment, I was her again—the Lucia who burned. But this time, I wasn't dying to escape my past. I was dying to protect their future. BOOM—! A blinding pillar of green light shot into the sky, tearing apart the perpetual gloom over Blackwater Town. The light was so intense it outshone the sun. Warm, holy, powerful.

Waiting for someone worth noticing. I hover near the entrance, pretending to scroll through my phone while my pulse adjusts to the noise. Goddess. What the hell am I doing here? Just as I start to turn back, Sky spots me from across the room. Her whole face lights up like I just made her whole week. "Mariah! You came!" she yells over the music, weaving through the crowd to grab my hand before I can escape. "Come on, meet everyone!" I force a smile, even as my shoulders lock.

And this hall has the most tragic death in near history, when Xirrian and Adeline left this world in smoke and shadow. And though I have forbidden the shadows from this place, there are the rebellious like those in the maze who venture time to time. Still, it is an exceedingly rare occurrence and I would have sensed any shadow that dared. Still, I move urgently towards her, my hands reach to stabilize her shaking frame. I realize this in itself is comfort. I do not know how I know this, but I repeat what I learn from Shade. "Mother—" I repeat and at my touch, her gaze snaps back to me, a tear escaping from the corner of her eye.

Her long hair cascaded down her back, and her legs were long and fair against the fabric. Willow then turned around and approached him in the darkness, leaning over the sofa to press her lips against his. Roy had been haunted by dreams of Willow, in which she always stood at a distance, her gaze cold. However, for once, she offered her lips to him. Reversing the roles, Roy pinned her down and ravished her lips. In his dreams, he was free and gave in to his emotions. “Roy…” The person under him moaned. Roy stopped, and as the woman shyly hooked her arms around the nape of Roy’s neck, he sat up with a jolt. The living room lights then came on, showing Sierra sitting on Roy’s lap, her hair loos