Novel & Cerita Shadows By Sabrina Carpenter

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

Their power was different by a huge margin but the beasts diligently infused their magic into defense under Shadow’s order. “I am just looking out for my brother.” Shadow scoffed as she put down Earthy as gently as she could. “Don’t make me laugh. What do you think of me?” “Someone who can seduce anyone without you even realizing it?” Sabrina placed her index finger on her lips and tilted her head, acting cute. “Thank you for your sincerity,” Shadow said sardonically and sat next to Earthy before leaning her back against Earthy's sturdy stomach. “I am so grateful.”

Plead for him to save our pups, but my voice gets carried away as a whisper in the night. I trip over a root and spin to take the impact on my side and shield my pups. It’s only when I look back that I can see it wasn’t a root. It’s a shadow. They crawl out of the earth around me and reach for my limbs as I thrash against them. It’s no use. They pull down with such force, I’m sure the bones in my ankles and wrists have cracked. The largest of the shadows hovers above me and lifts my shirt to see my precious bump. It caresses my skin as I scream at them to leave, only to hear a mocking laughter echo back.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

My eyes were glued to the computer screen while my sister was busy picking out her college choices. I was back! Reborn! Remembering how distant our parents had been in my previous life, I vowed to look out for number one in this life. I was determined to break away from the crazy, loveless family I was born into. I gave Jennifer Scott a chilly glance. "Make up your mind. I'm not going to waste my energy on you." Jennifer, all smiles, was heading off to a junior college in some small city with her boyfriend.

Shadows began appearing along the horizon, and the whispers increased. The smell of fresh flowers but none within sight, only grass. I followed the smell to an old oak tree. The bark was tough and rough as I held my hand against the trunk. It creaked and groaned as a door appeared in front of me in the trunk. Stepping through brought me home. But it didn't feel like home. It was cold, empty, with grayness overcast through it. Breath was visible in front of me as I took deep breaths. All light and love had sucked out of it. This time I heard his voice. Damian!

The House on Maple Crest Lane — 11:03 PM Shadowalker stood by the living room window, watching moonlight carve silver trails through the suburban night. Behind him, Cara scrolled through her phone, the blue light reflecting in her crimson eyes. She’d just posted a photo—her and Classy, hands entwined on the porch swing, the caption reading “Midnight thoughts & morning coffee with my favorite chaos.” The likes were already climbing. “He’s getting bolder,” Cara said without looking up. “Windwalker. I can feel him in the static. In between Wi-Fi signals. In the hum of streetlights.”

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

I screamed, my hands trembling as I watched the massive thumb of the Sculptor press down on the center of Silas’s chest plate. --- ## Chapter 55: The Weight of the Sculptor's Clay The **First Shadow** stood between me and the rift, his brass face twisted into a look of triumph that made my blood boil. He didn't seem bothered by the presence of the Sculptor; in fact, he looked like he was basking in its cold, sterile light. "It’s beautiful, isn't it?" the First Shadow whispered, his violet eyes dancing with a sick, ancient joy. "The return of the Absolute. No more glitches. No more 'Red Blood.' No more love. Just the perfect, unchanging silence of the marble."