Shadowheart X Tav Novels & Stories

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

I demanded, taking a cautious step backward. A low chuckle echoed in the darkness, sending chills down my spine. “You’re not getting out of this that easily, Cassandra,” Marcus’s voice taunted. I swung the ashtray wildly in the direction of his voice, but it connected with nothing but air. “Stop playing games!” I shouted, my voice cracking. Suddenly, there was a sharp sound—a struggle, a gasp—and then silence. “Marcus?” I whispered, my throat dry. No response. The lights suddenly flickered back on, and I froze.

Her shadows twitched, curling toward his like vines toward sunlight. “I didn’t want her there either.” Her chest seized. On the stone floor, their shadows touched—hesitant at first, then winding together in slow spirals, like they recognized each other. Like they’d been separated too long. The air thickened, charged, hot. No. Not here. Not now. Her throat dried, her pulse a frantic rabbit in her veins. She couldn’t let this—whatever this was—swallow her. Not when her dream still rang in her bones. Not when she could still hear her mother’s voice whispering through the dark.

That’s what shadows do. So will we

Calder moved instantly shoved Eve behind him, fury pouring off him like burning oil. Jaxon and Maddox came flanking from both sides, teeth bared, wolves pushing so close to the surface their eyes glowed. Elara hissed. “No-no no no - she shouldn’t be able to manifest again this soon-” The shadow turned its head - or what passed for a head. A smear of darkness that flickered between smoke and shape. And then it lunged. Straight for Evelynn. Calder roared, shifting partially, claws bursting through his fingertips as he blocked it. The shadow hit him like a hurricane. His feet slid yards across the ground, boots carving trenches into the dirt.

Rowan barked, hands grabbing my shoulders. Ava was everywhere at once, knives flying, slicing at the chaos like she was part tornado, part Valkyrie. Fierce. Terrified. Amazing. But I couldn’t stop. Not now. Not when this—this—was here. In my bones. In my arms. In my mark. Alive. The Shadow Heir screamed again, a mix of terror and fury. Shadows twisted, shrank, tried to escape—but the crystal yanked them back, tying him tighter. His hands clawed at the air, trying to snatch the energy. Too late. It belonged to me.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

Its eyes were as red as blood and its presence gives a chilling and horrifying feel. “The two witch kids...have you heard about the prophecy?” The twins looked at each other being puzzled. “Oh, I see, I would be glad that I will be the one to tell your fate...” The evil of shadows made them confused. “...if one of you succeeds to become the ruler of the separate worlds, it will be the end of everything.” As Falla moved her pace to her brother trying to hide at her twin's back, Talon eventually vanished and was nowhere to be found. The evil of shadows moved closer in her direction. She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her.