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The only thing that mattered was bringing Rayne back. I materialized at the edge of the chasm, peering down into its seemingly bottomless depths. The darkness was absolute, a void that swallowed all light and hope. I extended a Wolf claw, preparing to slice my palm, when an unsettling chill crept over me, signaling the arrival of The Shadows. They emerged from every direction, and none, their dark tendrils writhing like living serpents.

the Oracle stated, "you'll find yourself in the shadow realm. Find him fast. The more time you spend there, the more it will try to keep you." "How do I return?" "Same way you go in. Through your bond. Love is the only thing shadows can't eat." The Oracle started chanting. Words that weren't English. Weren't any language Tamara knew. The air got cold. Then colder. Then it was so cold, it burned. Tamara blinked her eyes open. She wasn't in the basement anymore. nothing The shadow realm looked like the real world, but felt off. Like someone had painted everything with darkness. The trees were black, twisted, gnarly. The sky was purple-gray. No sun. No moon. Just sick-looking light that came fr

Her beauty belongs to me, her softness is mine to ruin. She is all mine to have. He fisted his palms in anger. "You should kill her" a dark shadow appears in one corner of the room. Ornan who is inside Amber turns towards the source of the voice startled. As soon as he saw the shadow, he gasps in surprise. "Who are you?" he asked the shadow. Deep down he has an inkling of doubt about who he might be. But he does not want to assume anything. If it is what he thinks it is, then today will be the day.

•|•|• In the Black Years, they came. When we were lost, and the Shadows mocked us. With them came light and hope. Tell me, how do we repay the heavens for sending their angels? •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] A strangled gasp tears from my throat as I fight for air, the feel of the cold hard ground beneath me as I stare up at the ceiling. Blurry faces peer down at me, paired by distant sounds speaking inaudibly above me. Hands immediately come to my aid as my vision slowly clears, and with it, the desperate voices of the company around me.

Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow. Above officials are executives. Those are the shadows that have a quarter or more of the original inside of them. Below officials are commons and they are pretty average on all accepts. Under that are the odds, which are shadows that are weaker, but have odd abilities, like making things grow or making people laugh. There are also darks, which are like Nick's shadow. They possess a dark quality and crave blood, carnage, or violence.

“The Shore is what we want. I believe you already have an idea. The Shore has been our protector ever since the beginning of time. It rejuvenates the Earth after a storm. It doesn’t dissolve them, it simply absorbs them away from Earth. The Shore has a thousand doors but they are divided mainly into two worlds: the yin and yang. The black side is where we want to store every little thing that Hearth created–the ones that went out of control.” “The mistakes,” Leison corrected. “The Shadows.” “The unfinished masterpieces,” Grey insisted. “The Shadows cannot be undone. They were created in a way that is too complicated to be unraveled. No matter how much you kill, as long as there is a source o

When she woke up for a second time, bright lights flashed in her eyes and when she adjusted, she frowned. Years ago, Philip had taken a government job to create a floating prison. The world was filled with sickos who hated women and when they were caught, they were transferred to the ship Karma and now Claura was the only woman on board for the next five years. She would never escape, they would keep

Dance with the Devil is a song by Immortal Technique that I once heard. After dancing with a rumored devil in the flesh, I don't know why I can still recall these songs. Nicholas is a peculiar and mysterious individual. When I questioned him about our relationship, he replied, "I'll show you." Shortly after, he had my legs spread wide and had his cookie all to himself while I was resting on my back. I keep wondering just what that particular moment meant. Am I just a gullible young woman who just abandoned herself to a stranger? Love is supposedly blind, but I don't believe it to be more blind than I am. If a blind man can accurately play piano notes. I ponder how I can't notice the danger r

Suddenly, my hands started shaking and the plates I was holding fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. I forcefully opened the door so I could help myself upstairs but suddenly fell on something. I lay down screaming in pain but no one was coming to my rescue. I turned around to try getting hold of something I could stand with when my hand suddenly hit a glass and everything shattered into pieces on me and pierced through my skin. A few seconds later, I felt the omegas gathering around but no one dared to offer me a helping hand as they would be severely punished. I was still struggling to get up when I heard a familiar voice screaming my name.

She looks at me solemnly, not at all surprised by my question. "Please, I need to know. I need to try to at least keep myself safe," I tell her. "Don't you think it would be nice to get out of this mess?" I ask her. She seems to think about it for a moment before she replies. "It's called the Shadow Farm," she tells me. "The organization I work for. I don't know why, but they're after your life. And there's no saying who they'll send next if I don't do it myself."