Sherry Eminence In Shadow Novels & Stories

Scattering into anarchy now. Emery stared down, gasping. Pure, sacred, noble veins of gold crackled along her arms. Clever, silent, and tainted, Shadow danced up her fingers. At her chest, flame flared—ancient, wild, Masked. Three forces. Just one soul. Struggling to become her. She let out a tremendous, wordless scream. Then the mirror came back. Once more, the girl's hand was reaching through the glass. making contact with the air. putting his hand on her.

he called at Emily. “Are you crazy man what if it kills her” Kiran called. “I remember I read something about it so trust me I know what am doing,” he said and I watched as Emily walked toward the shadow. I could hear her heart beating fast. She was scared, she walked slowly and the rustling of the dead leaves as she moved closer made me anxious about what would happen. She moved towards it and touched the shadow and immediately white light came from within her and the shadow turned from deep black to grey and it bowed down to her.

Dad cared deeply about my mating bond—so much so that he threw a big party to celebrate it. When I got there, Thorne was already sitting down, nodding at me. Isolde was next to him, glaring at me with envy. I looked away, trying not to care. The werewolves below were all whispering and wondering. "Who do you think the princess will pick as her mate?" "Who else could it be? It's gotta be that guy from the Ashenclaw pack. I heard the princess is totally smitten with him. Even the Ashenclaw pack's alpha is getting ready for their big bonding ceremony."

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---

“She told me that I would want to give up. That others would try to dim the light in me. That I’d be called names. ‘Shadow. Curse. Ghost.’ She said all of that. As if she knew.” Ryker didn’t move, barely breathed. Trixie lifted her eyes. “But she said, ‘You are not a shadow. You are not my ghost. You are my dawn. My blood. The fire they’ll never tame.’” Her lips trembled. “And then she kissed my forehead. She bled on my ribbon. And she whispered, ‘Wait for the light. Be the light, if it never comes.’” Tears slid down her cheeks. “And then she was gone.”

She felt the pendant warm against her chest, and the echoes of the Crown’s magic pulsed faintly beneath her fingertips. She closed her eyes, letting the shadows touch her mind. The whispers were soft now, indistinct, reminders of what had been. But she no longer trembled. Instead, she embraced the memory, the warning, the shadow, knowing that it had made her stronger. The Heir’s Shadow was gone from the streets, neutralized and mapped, but it remained a quiet reminder, a testament to the trials endured, the battles survived, and the vigilance required to keep the darkness at bay.

“Did you see how she slowly killed her? She looked like an angel— no, a soul reaper, actually, that had come to reap her soul. But then again, that damned woman deserved every bit of what she got.” I smiled proudly, my heart rumbling with happiness. “She is like that, sometimes making you speechless when you least expect it.” And this is one occasion when I didn’t expect it. Her action today really left a dumbfounded expression. “Of course, I’m still shocked,” Shadow replied, and after that, the mind link became silent afterward, with no bickering or otherwise. We just ran in silence until the sunlight now ascended into warm, yellow hues that cast enchanting patterns on the forest floor.

Two days were enough time for my wounds to finally heal. On the third day, I showed up at the office right on time. There was a business negotiation with the Shadowridge Pack that day, so I went to Matteo's office to brief him. Just as I reached the door, I heard Sabrina's flirtatious voice coming from inside. "Matteo, these moonberries are so sweet. You should try one." Through the crack in the half-open door, I saw Sabrina feeding Matteo a moonberry she had already taken a bite of.

“Of all places…” Her eyes darkened. “No,” she muttered. “That sneaky bitch." She stood, pacing slowly. "She planned this all along; we cannot leave her alone; something has to be done." “So what are you planning…?” the assistant asked She stopped suddenly. “Dig into Mark,” she snapped. “I want to know everything and why she’s there.” “Yes, ma'am," the assistant replied “And Leah…” Ana’s lips curved faintly. “Let’s see how long she lasts this time.”