Shadows Voice Novels & Stories

“You killed him.” My heart stopped. Liam’s voice. But that was impossible. Marcus growled. “Don’t listen. It’s mimicking.” The shadow smiled if the way it curled in on itself could be called a smile. “You killed Cain,” it murmured. “Do you remember how he screamed?” My lungs tightened painfully. “No,” I whispered. “That’s not real. Liam is gone.” But the shadow’s voice twisted, warping into a deeper, distorted growl. Cain’s growl.

Unleash your inner fire, and let it fuel your every move! Elara: (Her voice calming yet unwavering) Remember, our bond is our strength. Channel that strength now, and let it guide every step you take. Shadow Commander: (Sarcastically) Oh, how touching. A group of mere mortals thinking they can stand against the might of the shadows.

she whispered, voice trembling, “who are you?” “Blood of my debt,” the Shadow Alpha’s voice resonated from nowhere and everywhere, echoing off the walls, curling into her bones. “You are mine, as are all the promises of your line. You feel it, don’t you? The tether. The call. The fire beneath your skin.”

Brandon said in a low deep voice with his hands around Shadow's neck, choking him. Shadow let out a soft moan and then laughed at himself mockingly. “How stupid am I, to forget who this pretty face and nice body belongs to, an enemy. I forgot so soon that you had a recorder in you and was recording everything I said.” The lust cleared from his eyes that moment. “But you're also forgetting after seeing my aroused part that I am still a shadow, the ruler of the underworld.” I almost scoffed at what he said. Ruler? Color me surprised.

I asked, looking at three who stood across from us. “We thought the Shadow of death was a man, never thought it could be a woman.” Luciano said. Why, because they just assumed only men could be doing something like this and no woman could be capable of inflicting so much fear on the world. Having them look over their shoulders scared for their lifes, owndering who it was becasue the Shadow of death could be walking next to them or be around them very where and don't even know who it was.

she whispers. We turn a corner. The corridor ahead is empty. But the shadows on the wall move wrong. They stretch. They reach. One detaches —tall, man-shaped, but made of pure darkness and steps into our path. Lyriel shoves me behind her. “Back,” she commands, voice ringing with power. The shadow tilts its head. Then it speaks. Not with sound. With feeling. Straight into my mind. Little star. He cannot protect you forever. The voice is silk over broken glass.

“No. No more illusions.” Yet the shadows stepped closer. It resembled her, but not entirely. Its figure fluctuate like mist, the same silver-like light chasing through its form. When it's spoke the voice was complex – it was like hers, but sounded heavier. >”You’ve been trapped in their chain for too long. The moonfire does not submit.” Lydia's heart beat faster. “Who are you?” >”What you’ve turned away from.” The room shook, the candlelight bent towards her shadow, making it look longer and thinner until it was put out.

Shadow POV: I menacingly walk into the dimly lit room. The only sounds that can be heard are my footsteps and the muffled screams from a local schoolboy "Welcome to my home Matt" my voice comes out deep and menacing "Where the hell am I...do you know who I am" he yells pulling at his restraints

She feels heaviness and high tension as the evil comes closer and closer to her. She's terrified and felt uneasy but manages to stand up confidently. “I fear no evil...” The evil of shadows laughed insanely. “Then why you are trembling?” The evil moved closer to her, he turns around as he scans every inch of her body. “I can't feel danger, darkness, and evil in you.” Falla took off her spell and hugged the darkness itself. “Come closer my friend, the more darkness I consume the powerful I get,” she said. Falla fell into darkness, she's screaming but there's no sound came out of her pinkish, perfect heart-shaped lips. She is still asleep, she knows that. The back portion of her body felt comf

Emily said as she raised her glass. Her soft, warm voice shattered my dreams. “To your freedom!” Olivia added. I lifted my glass to match them, but found it impossible to make a sound. There was a lump in my throat, blocking my vocal tract. This woman bewitched my mind and reason carried her away on the frothy waves of love.