Shadows Voice Novels & Stories

My voice broke on the last word. The ground beneath us trembled. The shadows between the trees began to move. Not like wind—like something alive, slithering. Edward pulled me closer. “Stay behind me.” But I couldn’t look away. The shadows were forming shapes—faces, outlines of people I almost recognized. They were whispering something, their voices brushing against my ears like smoke. “She carries the mark…” “The bond is incomplete…” “The shadow knows…” I covered my ears. “Make it stop!” Edward stepped forward, his voice steady but filled with power. “Enough!”

ck shade? 'It seems you've connected with the original side of yourself, so much so that you summoned it.' She told me. 'The name is Umbra.' Another shadow voice rang in my head. It wasn't dark and mysterious like I expected the original to sound. It was a more playful voice, it had the same dual tone of a man and woman speaking at the same time, but it felt more feminine. I sat up so fast my head was spinning. 'Wait, so you're telling me that I have two of you now?'

But the voice in the shadows persisted, whispering to me, calling out to me. I opened my eyes and looked around, trying to pinpoint the source of the voice. And then I saw him. A shadowy figure, standing at the corner of my room looming over me like a dark, ominous cloud. Its presence filled the air with a palpable sense of dread that made my skin crawl. I tried to scream, to call for help, but no sound escaped my lips. It was as if the figure had stolen my voice and paralyzed my body with fear.

The Shadows whispered in a cacophony of voices, each one distinct and unsettling, their tones ranging from menacing growls to mournful sighs. "A life for a life, a price you must pay." They slithered. Their words gave me chills. It seemed like more of them kept appearing as the seconds went by and I had a terrible feeling something extremely bad was about to happen. "Who have you chosen to take?" I asked them reluctantly. I honestly didn’t even want to know, but The Shadows dissipated, and within minutes returned with a woman. She had her back to me, but I would recognize those blonde space buns anywhere.

My head began to ache, and my ears rang. I honestly felt like I would faint at any moment; they were overwhelming me. I wouldn't be able to keep this much longer. The shadows were practically screaming to be heard over each other. They didn't care what they were doing to me. "Hush!" A voice pierced through the darkness, overpowering the shadowy hisses, making them recoil and quiet down. "Who are you?" This voice was not one of my shadow friends. The was voice was clear, strong, and warm.

I looked at it; it was still standing there as if sensing if there was still an enemy, and a minute after, it glided back beside the bed and sat beside me. Its hand touched my head, and my eyes widened when I heard a voice in my head. "Be strong, Sire. You need to regain your strength. They will come, and this time he will come. They know about her condition as well as yours. They will come to kill you." I stay rooted in my spot even though the shadow already went into Sadie's palm for a minute. I'm still shocked. The shadow can talk through my mind. How could it be?"

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

I am ready to end this. The shadow raises a hand, and the fog begins to spiral around me like a cyclone, trapping me in a vortex of ice and shadow. "You are nothing," the voice repeats, now booming like thunder. "NO!" I roar, reaching deep into that well of dark power Damien left inside me. Just as the darkness is about to swallow me whole, a voice—real, physical, and vibrating with a power that dwarfs the shadow—shatters the air. "STAY AWAY FROM HER!"

Thoughts and feelings whirled in my head, each more intense than the next. The sense of approaching catastrophe hovering over me was impossible to ignore. A weird feeling washed over me just as I started to gather my ideas. The shadows themselves seemed to be changing in strange, illogical directions. I shivered along my spine as a low, spooky voice floated across the night. "Rhys," the voice whispered, little more than a breath. “The darkness you've chosen will have effects you can't see.” The corridor was vacant as I whirled about looking for the sound source. The shadows stayed, black and unreachable.

His tone was controlled, calm, like ice. The shadow’s voice dropped further, almost swallowed by the room. "You." The word lingered, heavy with intent, filling the silence around them like smoke. Jeffery’s eyes locked onto the shadow, assessing every angle, every possibility. "Get out," he said, his voice ice cold. No emotion, only authority. The shadow paused, then nodded, disappearing as quickly as it had come. "They’ll come for you again. You can’t protect her here."