Novel & Cerita Shadowvanilla Wattpad

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

"Eleanor, don't you see? That's us when we were kids. Give me a chance, please. Let me spend the rest of my life making up for everything. I'll get you whatever you want. Just let me stay by your side." A single, scalding tear fell onto the back of my ice-cold hand. It almost burned. Who would have thought that the strongest warrior of Darkmoon Pack would cry because of me? I sighed. My voice carried a cold edge as I said, "Andrew, I just want you to disappear from my sight." Still, he refused to let go. But before he could say another word, Kalel shoved him aside and pulled me away without hesitation. Without looking back, I vanished into the snow.

My fiance, remember? Donald. Executive director of the hotel. Arrogant. Vain . Unreachable. And precious liked to remind everyone that he was hers. She smirked wider, eyes dancing with something dark. “Unlike you . Still pretending you're single. Please. The hickeys tell a different story”. Before I could react, She reached forward and removed the jacket off my shoulder. “No-!” I screamed, but it was too late. The air hit my skin just as the whispers started. “Is that—”

The combined power slams into Sorin's shadow magic with explosive force. The shadow mage snarls, throwing up barriers of darkness that absorb some of the impact but not all. The magic pushes him back beyond the ward's boundary, his physical form becoming less substantial as he's forced to retreat. His laughter—cold and confident despite his retreat—echoes across the clearing. "She'll come to me eventually," he calls, his voice distorting as his form dissipates. "When the bond is complete and she understands what it means. What it costs." The last of his shadows disperse, his final words hanging in the air: "I'll be waiting."

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.

Unconvincing. The voice laughed softly. "You're lying." And the worst part? It was right. The doors shook again. "AVA!" Vivienne. Still trying. Still fighting to reach me. The realization grounded me. Just enough. I looked away from Daniel's photograph. Away from the memories. Away from the temptation. "What do you want from me?" Silence. Then— The photographs vanished. Every single one. The walls returned to normal. Only Daniel's image remained. Watching me.

“I could be wrong, but I don’t think the shadow people contract them like we do.” “You mean like I do,” Vanessa said. “You’re a shadow person, remember?” “Hardly ever,” Alison replied. “Having never been to shadow land doesn’t help either.” “Thank you,” Vanessa blurted out. Alison raised a brow. “For what, the eggs?” “Those too, but, no. Thank you for being normal with me,” Vanessa said. “After seeing me naked on the floor with two men like that, well…. Thank you for not judging me.”

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."