Shadows By Sabrina Carpenter Novels & Stories

His hand brushed my cheek, startlingly tender against the storm in his gaze. “They touched what’s mine,” he murmured. “And that… I cannot allow.” A shiver ran through me. “Victor, this isn’t just about you. If they’re taking photos of me, they could be taking photos of others. This could ruin people.” His thumb traced the curve of my lower lip. “I will burn this place to the ground before I let it ruin you.” His protectiveness should have scared me. Instead, it stole my breath. “You can’t fight shadows, Victor. Whoever this is—they’re already inside.”

No response. The power was building, reaching critical mass. If she did not regain control soon, it would tear her apart from the inside. I tried a different approach. Reached out with my own power, not to contain hers but to connect with it. Shadowborn to Shadowborn. Let her feel through our magic that she was not alone, that someone understood what she was experiencing. For a moment, nothing. Then, like a drowning person grabbing a rope, her power latched onto mine. The connection was overwhelming.

“The crack in the Balance. It’s been getting louder every day since the first year went missing.” I open my eyes just as something moves in the shadows …..a flash of fur that’s too dark to be any wolf I’ve seen here, eyes that glow red instead of gold. It freezes when it sees us, then melts back into the trees like smoke. “Did you see that?” I whisper, grabbing Ryder’s arm without thinking. He nods, standing up and pulling me to my feet. “That’s what took him. They’re called ‘Shadows’ creatures that slip through when the Balance gets thin. They look like us at first, but they’re not. They don’t care about anything except making the cracks bigger.”

No explanation. Sun shines through the small windows of the cabin, the ocean I just evaded in the background. A group of Shadow Warriors waits on the black tarmac showing no signs the heat bothers them. Even in human form they're huge-large black straps crisscross their bare chests accenting each uncovered muscle. Adding to their intimidation stance, the straps hold enough weapons to take down my plane. Even without the weapons, their sheer intimidating power works its magic on me and I quake in my heels. Lovely.

The coming storm would be a big one, but not as big as what they were about to face. They nodded their heads in agreement. Their Tasers and flashlights were in their hands and Eli and Mark both carried backpacks, filled with chains and ropes. ‘She looks even stranger than normal,’ Sybil said, casting her flashlight Janice’s way. She shielded her eyes as the light hit her face. ‘It’s like she’s drugged.’ From the inside of her jacket, Faye pulled the dagger Mathilda gifted her. Holding it, she felt its connection to her, its power, its thread woven through time.

** The Choice of Shadows** Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.

Alexandra walked closely behind Aurora as they stepped into the club not wanting to lose sight of her. The interior view overwhelmed her and she almost had a sensory overload from all the things she was feeling at that moment. The music was very loud and the beats thumped hard making her skin vibrate. The dim flashing light casted dark shadows on the faces of the people dancing in the club. This was her first time entering inside a club before. She had always seen one from afar and it had been on her highschool bucket list to go to a club. She felt her inner child squeal from delight that she had finally crossed that off.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

Her reputation was restored, and the university issued her a new letter of recommendation, allowing her to continue her application to study abroad if she wished to pursue her education. Chastity once lamented at Roy’s bedside that a psychic had warned her of a fatal attraction in her son’s life, whom she always thought was Melanie. Little did she know that she had invited that fate into their lives herself. Willow observed Roy’s increasingly gaunt face, her beliefs shifting to the supernatural. She wondered if she was cursed. She had endured two years of watching her father suffer in a hospital bed, and now, she faced the same ordeal with Roy. She would give anything to have him alive and w

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.