Shadows Voice Novels & Stories

“I was just worried about you…” Willow turned her attention to the screen, which showed Sierra’s number. Judging by Sierra’s docile behavior, Willow was certain that Sierra had put her on loudspeaker for Roy’s ears. Sure enough, Roy’s icy voice pierced through the call. “Apologize, Willow!” Willow drew a deep breath and terminated the call with trembling hands.

It's me, Aiden! The light around him flickered just as she extended her hand to touch him. Panic rising, she gasped, "No." The Return of the Shadow The shadow figure's chilly, familiar voice reverberated across the emptiness as the light completely went out. "Not just yet." With her blazing hands raised defensively, Iris whirled around. However, the voice, with its mocking and malicious tone, was everywhere. It growled, "Until you realize who you are, you cannot get back together."

“Oh come on, Z! Not that argument again. How many times should I tell you? You are not a human, okay? You’re a Shadow Wielder. You’ve been born here. That’s irrevocable!” Some of the tourists nearby stopped on their track, their eyes wide as though they’ve heard such a disgusting thing. “What?” he spat, his ears burning red. “I’m just telling the truth. Every one of us here is a Shadow Wielder. That’s what you call someone who can manipulate a shadow. Seriously, don’t you know all that?” Feeling the heat rushing up to her cheeks, Z said under her breathe, “Lower down your voice! You’re embarrassing me.”

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.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

Iconic. Bukky ducked behind a forklift and returned fire, barking curses in Spanish as he clipped two more. “Cover right!” The Shadow King yelled, diving low. The fight was brutal, quick, but the Shadows were built for this. Shadows don’t blink. They don’t panic. And then, like thunder rolling in, their secret roared to life. Antonioni signaled. A whistling whine pierced the air thickly. From behind a metal crate, one of his boys hoisted it, and two controlled it from their ends.

And Andreas was always right. The thought of his name burned sweet and sharp in my chest. Andreas. A shadow on the edge of my plans, a constant whisper in my ear. He wasn’t here now, but his influence always lingered like smoke. Every step I’d taken, every line I’d crossed, I had his voice guiding me. Telling me to take more. Want more. Be more. And look at me now. I grinned, leaned forward, and whispered it aloud, my voice slinking around the numbers like silk.

They were not empty voids, but rather endless corridors of ancient, suffocating depth. Ava couldn't breathe. Around the world, billions of minds watched in paralyzed silence through the network. The shadow’s lips curled into a slow, mocking smile. "So this is what remains of you." The voice sounded disturbingly familiar, sending a violent shiver down Ava's spine. It was like listening to a darker, hollowed-out recording of her own voice echoing from the bottom of a well. High above, the Hunter's shattered shields continued to collapse, raining down brilliant, dying sparks across the upper atmosphere. The Witness remained frozen, its massive form suspended in a state of suspended animation, a

The shadows kept raging, expanding, hungry to destroy whatever had caused her pain. Then, a small, strained voice cut through the roaring darkness. "Lucian." The effect was instantaneous. The shadows didn't vanish entirely, but the violent expansion stopped. The massive black tendrils hovered in mid-air, trembling like scolded children, their murderous intent faltering. Every eye in the arena turned toward the source of the voice.

the voice said as he knelt a bit and stared into my eyes. It was really strange how someone I had never met before knew my name even without telling her. “How do you know my name?” I asked slowly as I stared at her eyes. I didn't know if it was a man or a woman. She smiled briefly, and then I heard them say some words in front of me. We are always behind you, we watch you, we know what you do, we are not visible, and we protect our kind, we are The shadows. They all chorused at the same time.