Shadowheart Love Test Answers Novels & Stories

The warm liquid tasted of metal and burned her throat. Nate’s eyes fluttered open, she saw the blurred outline of a face. “You are mine now,” it said. He released her, Nate dropped to the floor with a thump. The man, the shadow, was gone. Nate’s hand reached for her throbbing neck, she felt two small punctures in her skin. This is when the real pain started.

Something dangerous. If he knew about the cocaine layered into the gold, if he suspected her father’s plan… he could ruin everything. Her fingers danced over her phone, typing, deleting, retyping. The words had to be perfect. Sweet enough to disarm, subtle enough to hook. Finally, she wrote: Adrian, we keep circling each other like enemies. I don’t want that. Maybe we should meet—just as friends. No marriage talk. Just two people, trying to understand each other. Tomorrow night. What do you say?

Since Damon claims I’m his second chance mate, this will help me know if it’s true or not. “The love test.” I chimed. “What love test?” She asked in confusion. "Yes, I will request four things, and if he gets me all four of them, I’ll know that we were meant to be,” I said. “Does that work?” She asked. Truthfully, I didn’t even know. I had read several werewolf legend stories about it, so I kind of have hope that it’ll help me find out if we were meant to be. “It says it does in the legend books,” I replied.

“Well, we hang out all the time. It’s not her fault she thinks that way. But just so you know, if you ever get a girlfriend and don’t tell me, our friendship is over.“ She warned. “You too,” I shot back, smirking. “Of course, when I get a man like Professor Grayson to be mine, you'll be the first to know.“ She smiled to herself as she clasped her hands together. I was so sure she was imagining a fake scenario with that professor. “What if Professor Grayson is not who you think he is?“ I asked, more like spill the question, before I could get myself. She raised a brow. “What’s that supposed to mean? Wait, speak of the devil.”

“Alpha.” There’s always been rumors about the two of them being lovers, but nobody really knows for sure. They seem to play it up in front of people. But behind closed doors, who knows, though neither I nor Iselyn have seen them so much as hug. “Don’t I always?” he replies playfully, making a show of flexing his biceps, the chains rattling in his hands as he does. “Oh, love,” she says, something like playful pity in her voice. “You think you’re the only one?”

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

Slowly, painfully, a faint whisper escaped Aria’s lips. “Mom… Dad… love…” Nyx cried in relief and held her tighter, kissing her face through tears. “My girl, your voice is coming back… Mommy is so proud of you.” But Thorne’s face did not change. Horror settled deeper into his eyes. “The shadow has started,” he said. “It takes the voice first. Next, it consumes the soul fully if we don’t stop it.” A shared vision passed through us like cold smoke. The shadow was merciless. It had no heart. It fed on love, pain, and silence.

“Good talk out there. It Kept the shadow weak. Smart.” My mother smiled tiredly. “The bloodline tested you hard. But You passed.” My father sat down heavily on a bench. “But the shadow pieces? Are they fully gone?” I checked the bond with Julian. It felt clean. Warm. No dark thread. Relief washed over me. “It went with her. We pushed it out.” Julian pulled me close right there. No fear of the shadow now. “We did it. Together. Like we said.” I leaned into him. The core struggle had sharpened us. Love against ancient control. We had chosen each other through pain and battle.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

“Will you ever stop?” “Not until I have what I want.” “Have you found your mate?” I look at him. What has that got to do with anything? Ansel’s brows furrow at the strange question, probably thinking the same thing that I am. “Not yet.” “that’s because she’s too busy running and hiding from you.” “What…” “Shadow god.” “What?” Ansel asks confused, like his train of thought was broken and he’s not sure what’s going on anymore. Well, same here.