Shadows Voice Novels & Stories

Creating plausible deniability for when he inevitably destroyed me. "Where is Ethan?" I forced the words out. "Here." A new voice. Male. Familiar. Marcus emerged from the shadows, pushing a wheelchair. Ethan sat in it, looking pale but unharmed. "Hart?" Ethan's voice was confused. "What is happening? This man said you needed me. That it was an emergency." "Marcus." I stared at Declan's former lawyer. "You are working with them?" "I have always been working with them." He moved to stand beside Camilla. "Or more accurately, they have been working with me."

Her vision blurred as the world around her seemed to distort, shadows stretching unnaturally across the ground. Her body trembled violently. “This isn’t me—” “No,” the voice interrupted. But this time… It wasn’t inside her head. It wasn’t distant. It wasn’t contained. It was— Everywhere. Aria’s breath hitched as her head snapped up. The shadows around her shifted. Moved. And then— They spoke. “This is us.” Her heart stopped. “No…” she whispered. Her lips moved. But the voice that came out… Was not hers. Deeper.

He pushed off my chair, simultaneously moving both of us as another shadow was sent hurtling between us where we'd just been. 'Sombra, tame.' I told my shadow. 'Gladly.' Its dual toned voice responded. Shadows don't have genders. There's not really much about them to distinguish them either way, having a woman's and man's voice at the same time. Sombra was an ancient shadow with abilities like no others. Stronger than that of the first shadow weaver shadow. Sombra stopped all the shadows around us. They were frozen in time, unusable to anyone, but me at the moment.

Kai ran out next, his light already glowing as he grabbed his sister’s hand. “Sis… did the shadow take your voice?” The family poured out of the house behind him. Mom and Grandma cried as they hurried to Aria’s side, holding her hands, whispering love through tears. Ethan stood nearby, jaw tight, gun in hand, rage quiet but ready. Lila clung to Grandma, crying softly. Thorne stepped forward, his scarred face heavy as he felt it. “The shadow starts with the voice,” he said quietly. “A faint piece of the soul. It feeds slowly on love and pain.”

“Did you really think the hunt ended here, Subject?” The voice didn't come from a person, but from the very shadows themselves. A recording, enchanted into the dark ether of the room, began to bleed into the air. It was Serene, the Shadow Mother. The sound was hollow, echoing with the distance of the dimension they had just vanished into, yet it felt as if she were standing right behind Samantha, breathing down her neck.

How could I ask for more of him? “Oh Andre, I have an idea, we will talk about that later.” Just then two angry voices shouted from outside. “MADDISON, ANDRE!” It was Philip. “Are you in there, are yall okay?” That was Jacob but sounding fearful. “Go away, we are having a cry!” Andre yelled and pretended to sniffle. “Aww baby, don’t cry, what can we do?”

Then, the harsh basement lights flickered to life. The sudden brightness stabbed into his one eye, as the other one had a rod drawn deep and the man on the floor squeezed in fear. His entire face twisted in pain, as if even the light itself was another form of torture. The footsteps stopped. The man forced his one eyelids apart, just a little A thin sliver of vision. All he could see was the silhouette of the figure approaching… And then cold shadow that fell over his broken body like a final warning. “W-at-e-r…” The word scraped out of his throat like broken glass, just a dying sound struggling to exist.

But then— That night. It always came back. Her breathing. Shallow. Breaking. The shift from something good… to something I still couldn’t understand. Too fast. Too sudden. Even now, I didn’t know what went wrong. What I did wrong. The warmth faded. And the voice came back. That voice. Cold. Twisted. Loud. I hated it. I pushed off the bed, my fist slamming into the wall before I could stop myself. Pain shot through my knuckles. Sharp. Real.

The fucking shadow has the bloody nerve to lure her. In her situation, his voice was as lulling as dreading, strangely sensual, and she was almost assured he wouldn't torment her. Somehow she must have misinterpreted the things she has seen. The shadows continue speaking in that slumberous, seductive way, promising phrases pouring out, giving her no chance to think. Fuck it, her mind spinning, the shadows pressing her to the tree so hard that she was almost suffocated by his deadly breath, his hollow face like an enormous moon over her.

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each