Shadows Of Obsession Novels & Stories

I couldn't even smell her scent so I couldn't follow her. That night I couldn't get her off my mind, sleep was not an option. I need to find out who she is and why I am having a hard time detecting what she is. My wolf said she is a werewolf but I can't smell her wolf on her at all. Shadow thinks that she has no clue what she is. He also thinks that she was never part of a pack as we can't detect any pack scent on her either. Witch I guess would have made scents on why she has no wolf yet if she has never been around our kind she would develop at a much slower pace than the rest of us.

"He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It is an apex hunter tracking a specific frequency." With a swift swipe of her thumb, she activated the sync-pad. A translucent blue holographic map of the high northern ridges bloomed into life above the scarred oak table, casting a cool azure glow over their faces. Several tracking nodes along the outer perimeter were blinking with erratic fading gray signals. Liam leaned over the map, his massive frame effectively blocking the ambient chill of the room

They chased ghosts and clung to shadows, mistaking them for solace. And Johnny was drunk enough to forget where he ended and his worst habits began, the self-destructive patterns that had de!ned so much of his life. He'd spent solong wrestling with the darkness inside him that sometimes he forgot how to !ght. The Hollow, once a haven, now felt like a trap closing around him. The last few patrons were trickling out, their laughter and chatter fading into the night. The lights dimmed, casting long, suggestive shadows across the room, chairs were tipped up onto the sticky table tops. But he stayed, rooted to the spot by a toxic cocktail of alcohol and a deep-seated weakness.

It’s against everything fate has tried to impose upon us. Dorian notices. The smile vanishes from his face, replaced by a flicker of surprise. For a second, uncertainty clouds his gaze—and that’s all I need to believe that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance. “You don’t know who you’re messing with,” Shadow whispers, his voice deeper, darker, like a lament, as if everything he’s endured has prepared him for this moment. He moves swiftly—faster than I expected—and confronts Dorian. The energy surrounding Shadow explodes in a burst of light and darkness that seems to fracture reality itself.

"Goddess Gia is of the Light and the God Chaos of the Darkness. He had a son. God Nyx of the night. He is the father of the Shadows. He had ten children. Philotes, the shadow of Lust. Takes pride in causing affairs and encouraging people to act on desire. Hypnos, the shadow of sleep, works with his brother, Oneiroi, the shadow of dreams. They create nightmares you can't wake up from. Thanatos, the shadow of death, claims the souls of the departed. Makes death seem to be part of life, even if the causes are unnatural. Momus, the shadow of blame, and Oizys, the shadow of distress, are twins. They work with Eris, the shadow of strife, Apate, the shadow of deceit, and Nemesis, the shadow of reve

I'd wanted all the blood to be on my hands. I squinted my eyes, trying to see into the far edge of the room. My breath came out in visible puffs in the cold air, and the space was getting darker the further in I went. The emergency lights didn't reach this deep, leaving everything in shadows that seemed to move and shift. And then the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, that primal warning that I wasn't alone. I stiffened, every muscle in my body coiling tight and ready. A voice reached my ears from somewhere in the darkness ahead, smooth and cultured and horribly familiar.

“That would be my father. I’ve not done any renovations to the place. I hope to do that soon, but with the sorcery case right now…you do understand that it demands my undivided attention.” “I can understand,” he said, returning to the couch he was sitting on. “This wickedness needs to be dealt with before it does more harm than good. The more time goes, the more they establish their hold over the dark. I heard they work with shadows now.” I groaned. “That’s has been my suspicion recently, but I don’t have evidence. And the more I close in on them, the more complicated it becomes.” “You don’t have to think twice about it,” Zack leaned forward. “Shadows are products of sorcery. They are made f

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

I wanted to scream but that would only worsen the situation. I got to my knees and crawled on the wet wooden ground,I crawled to the window where I could see two long shadows,they seemed to be having a conversation, I couldn’t hear Mia but the man's voice I could hear, he sounded worried and distressed. From time to time I saw the shadows come very close like they were holding, I could hear the man's voice rise from time to time. The conversation sounded like a man and his woman having issues.

Keeping my gaze on the ground I know it's time for me to get back and get the backpack before I try to make a run for it when it's dark. Turning on the street I walk right into a wall and almost fall back on my but when an arm comes around to steady me. "Watch where you go!" I hear a voice I know all too well say to me before he grabs me hard and turns me to face him before he takes the hood down. Surprise is placed on his face first before it changes to anger! "What the hell are you doing outside!" Tobias' angry eyes meet mine before I see him turn his head and look inside a restaurant. Following his eyes I see Aziel standing inside with his arm around the waist of a beautiful woman when he