Sherry Eminence In Shadow Novels & Stories

Its voice pressed into their skulls: “Bonded… Perfect… F i n a l…” Emily’s breath broke entirely. Adrian felt her slipping. No— NO— She wasn’t slipping— she was being taken. He screamed her name— And the First Shadow’s other hand rose slowly……aimed for his heart.

The shadow let out an unearthly shriek and dissipated into the air. Breathing hard, drenched in rain and sweat, Emma approached the node. It was a small, cylindrical device, glowing faintly, humming in sync with the shadows outside. She knew what to do. She connected her signal device, forcing its pulse into the node. The hum intensified, reverberating through her bones. The shadows outside twisted and shrieked, retreating into corners as the node’s connection faltered. Emma’s fingers ached, sweat and rain dripping down her arms, but she held firm. Finally, the hum steadied, the shadows froze, and the node went dark.

But this time— Its voice was no longer calm. It was precise. Final. “To end unresolved existence.” Emma froze. “…That’s the End.” The shadow corrected immediately. “The End is a consequence of deviation from instruction.” Emma felt her breath catch. “No…” The End inside her reacted violently. Not in anger. In contradiction. Emma whispered: “That’s not what I am…” The shadow stepped closer for the first time. Not physically. Conceptually. The space between them collapsed. And Emma felt it—

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Her words sound incoherent and confusing. The shadow stood in front of her, Sherry's face was already as pale as blood. She held her stomach protectively. "I won't disob-ey you anym-ore, Please spare my baby" She said in a whisper. Suddenly she saw the shadow swing something towards her even though she didn't know what it was. She still screamed instinctively. "AHHH!"

At 5'10", her presence commanded attention, but she preferred to stay unnoticed. Her dark skin glowed under the morning sun, and her eyes, a striking shade of amber, held secrets untold. She pulled her hood tighter, hoping to shield herself from the prying eyes she could already feel on her. She sighed, remembering the last town, the last school, the last narrow escape. The coven was always a step behind her, their sinister intentions cloaked in shadow but ever-present. She couldn’t afford to grow attached, couldn’t afford to make friends or enemies. But she knew this routine all too well. Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close.

Sinister’s POV I should hate this girl. She's nothing but problems. And yet, I find it most difficult to stare away right now. Her dark hair tousled down her back and over her shoulder as she leaned against the leather interior of the limo. She pressed her head gently against it as her eyes grew wary and distant. She'd been peeling the dead skin off her fingertips subconsciously since we got in here. Were the heels really that high? I shouldn't have asked the lady for the best pair. I should have just gone with the most comfortable pair. It was my fault. But how was I to know she couldn't walk in them? How was I to know anything about her?

Ares reminded her of how to use the shadows. We were uncertain if her learning to use the shadows was a good idea or not. Being a shadow weaver doesn’t inherently make you evil, even if they are part of the darker creature category. Still, it brings her closer to darkness, and as such, we try not to have her rely on the use of her shadow. The ceremony to get her shadow was deadly, but thankfully we kept the evil ones away. A lot of us got severely hurt doing so, but she ended up with an ancient shadow much like Augustus’.

Despite the fact it was cold, damp and dark in these subterranean passages, Carine felt safer hiding down here than she had when they had been in the upper parts of the citadel and had had no intention of returning. “So were there loads of elves down here?” She asked. “I only saw one,” Marrin said, taking a turn. “Yet where there is one, there will be others.” Carine reacted to the nervousness in her voice and the pair headed forwards once more, eventually reaching the stairs leading to the upper level. She paused as something faint came to her ears, a pleading sound as if someone were injured. “What are you doing?” Marrin demanded. “We must go!” Yet something in the voice had touched her, s

I plead, and she looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation, but when she doesn’t, she drops my hands and moves away. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” My excitement is swiftly wiped away by her next words. “The shadow god is an abomination. He was never supposed to be born. He’s the product of an unholy ritual, an anomaly.”