Shattering Darkness Novels & Stories

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

Cracks raced through the darkness overhead as if the sky itself were made of glass. The witch stumbled as the world shifted beneath her feet. “You wouldn’t,” she whispered. Darkness ignited within my eyes. “I hope you enjoy your journey to hell, witch.” I released the restraint I had placed on my power. The shadow fire erupted. It swallowed the doors, the void, and every false image the witch had created. Her scream tore through the collapsing world as the darkness folded in on itself. Then everything shattered.

They lashed out, tearing trenches into the metal floor. I countered with a burst of purple fire. The flames collided with the shadows, detonating in a burst of light and darkness that shook the entire chamber. We clashed again fist to fist. Flame against shadow. Lightning against corrupted mana. Our blows shattered machinery, crumpled steel supports, and blasted through walls like paper. The facility trembled under every strike. Drazhan’s laugh echoed through the collapsing corridors. “This power,” he snarled, “this darkness... it makes me unstoppable!”

** The Choice of Shadows** Clara stood alone in the center of the room, her body trembling as the shadows of her mind crept closer. The words of the dark figure echoed in her mind, each one a weight, pushing down on her soul. You are the darkness, Clara. You can’t outrun it. It’s a part of you. Always has been. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. The power inside her was like a tempest—wild, unpredictable, and, at times, terrifying. But it was also exhilarating. It was power, a raw, unbridled force that surged through her veins.

I fall to my knees and scream, clutching my head as visions of my dismembered mates, bloodied and strewed around the gardens fill my mind and a dark coolness kisses my skin. The wind picks up. I cry and retch. The rain pours down in me and I curl into a ball wishing to take it all away. I want the darkness to leave me. I want to be happy. I want to love my mates and let them love me without this barrier, without any fear of this… What am I? “You are a Shade. You are one of us,” I voice on the wind says to me before everything goes dark. Out of the Darkness, for it is an entity, a figure appears, part of the darkness itself separated by sheer will, steps forward. Soon it is accompanied by oth

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

The wave of darkness Marcus unleashed had not only thrown him against the wall, it had torn through his spirit, gnawing at the very light that shielded him. Clara’s cries reached him faintly through the haze. He forced his eyes open. Through blurred vision, he saw her struggling in the grip of chains that dragged her toward the shard’s heart. Her arms shook as she tried to resist, her voice raw from screaming. Marcus stood between them, hands raised, his expression both calm and feverish, as though he were conducting a symphony of despair.

I just bottled up what happened and kept it moving Tory was the only one I talked to and vice versa that made us become closer I really feel like she’s my brother mate and scared to find out I plan on getting them around each other to find out but Tory doesn’t let much slip past her other then the dreams and my behavior lately no one even noticed anything was wrong but inside I was dying in darkness stuck in my own mind not knowing what to do afterwards I didn’t want to get in trouble for leaving pack lands My father would never let me leave his site again if he found out I felt as if I was spiraling out of control trying to keep it to myself but now I see the light A Red Burning light and a

But she's strong, she's an Alpha and a Lycan at that. " I have started working on your release. A healer is working on preparing an antidote that would break the chains so you can be free.." Richard replied. Isabella said nothing else. She felt a ray of hope in those words. She wished she could live to see the day that antidote would arrive. If Lukas confronts her at this point, she knows she would fall before him like a weakling. Infact, the weakest of the warriors would defeat her in her present state.