Novel & Cerita Sherry Eminence In Shadow

My eyes circle numerous shadows of slaves that surround me, each one as they emerge from chaos, before turning to Shades that still stand before me quietly, their eyes of night watching me as still as a statue. I approach her, circling her quietly, noting that even her scent remains the same. That her shadow carried this too. Its head shifts with my movements, for it knows that I am familiar. Unlike shadows that cower beneath me, it remains unshaken. Truly her. I pause right before her, eyes scanning her face. The only one formed between the other frames of shadow that gather around me. I look desperately at the shadow as if it is the only one that can save me, scanning its empty eyes, and t

Shawna’s POV: I couldn’t stop the tears from falling which is why I got the hell out of the living room. I refused to show him how his actions really affected me. These damn hormones got me super emotional. I will not intentionally break my own heart. Shadow is still mated to that crazy bitch, and by his actions he is still in love with her, so there is no need to try and win a losing battle. I refuse to try and make him choose me that is something he will need to do on his own, with no help from me begging him to stay. I won’t keep him away from his baby, but there is nothing else between us. There was a knock on the door, and I already know who’s on the other side. “Just come in I’m surpri

I stated before entering the bathroom for a shower. I stood beneath the shower as the water poured down, feeling lost. I had no idea what to do. Where could I even go? Much like Emily and Ava, I was trapped. I couldn't leave without an invitation because I was his luna. I couldn't imagine finding love. Nobody would be willing to try it with me. I felt trapped. I remained under the shower, tears streaming down my face. I tried to toughen my mind for the bad days coming, but it proved impossible. My heart was shattered, and fear held me tightly.

(gesturing to the room) “—this is war. And in war, there are no second chances.” Before Sienna could respond, the sound of shattering glass filled the room. Both of them turned toward the window just as a shadow moved in the darkness. Enzo grabbed Sienna, his voice sharp. “Get down!” The crack of gunfire echoed through the room as chaos erupted around them.

“This is it.” --- **The Shadow’s Grip** The moment Selene touches the shard, the ground shakes. The Shadow’s laughter echoes through the tomb, his form materializing before us. *“You cannot stop me,”* he sneers. *“The crown’s power is mine.”* Selene clutches the shard, her glow brightening. “We’ll see about that.” The Shadow raises a hand, tendrils of darkness snaking toward us. I raise my hands, my glow intensifying, but it’s not enough.

My breath came in sharp, shallow bursts as I stared at Marcus's lifeless body, the pool of blood around him spreading like ink on a parchment. I hadn't done this. I couldn’t have done this. Could I? A jolt of panic coursed through me, snapping me out of my frozen state. I backed away, my gaze darting around the room. The shadows on the walls seemed alive, coming closer to me. I needed to think, to move, but my legs felt like lead.

My eyes seek out the flames first, and only then do I take notice of the shadowy black mist pouring out of Alaric, like an inky black abyss, it swallows up the flames, leaving him completely unharmed. I am left stunned by the power of the shadow element. The only element that is even more rare than fire. The shadowy black mist is still pouring out of him, even with the flames extinguished. It extends from Alaric, surrounding me on all sides and enveloping me, leaving a chilling trail wherever it touched.

The footage cut off abruptly. …… The room erupted in shock. "Holy smokes! Did you see that? That was Joanna at the end, wasn't it? The spitting image of the woman in Shane's video!" "What the heck is happening? I thought she was locked up! Could they have found a lookalike?" "This plot twist is insane! It's more intense than a TV series!"

Her eyes glowed faint silver for a second. “Touch me again,” she whispered, voice layered with something dangerous, “and I’ll let my babies eat your hearts.” They scrambled away, sobbing. Aria stood in the alley, breathing hard, hands trembling. She looked down at her belly. “Mommy’s learning,” she murmured. “We’re going to be okay.” But that night, as she lay in bed tracing the stretch marks forming on her skin, a new scent drifted through the cracked window,faint, wolf, familiar. Shadowthorn. Someone was looking for her.

“And top of that team is your woman. They call her Shadow, for her methods of killing are dark and she never leaves a trace. She also never misses her target. If we have Shadow on our asses, then we would have cause for great alarm.“ Riordan devoured the information on her, so sparse it was infuriating. Reported to have no parents, no familial relations, nothing else known about her at all other than that she was Aremin’s favourite protege. It was like she was born killing. “Mira was not her target, I was.” Riordan replied and Fellin’s choked on the water he had been sipping. “No way! Are you saying that Shadow missed?!” He asked excitedly. “She didn’t.” He replied.