Ship Shadow Novels & Stories

James interjected, “Hades' son.” “Please sweetie," he smiled cheekily as he rubbed his now free wrists and stood, “Call me Moe.” He placed his hand out towards me to help me up which I nonchalantly took. Within that second, he stapled me together with him and chuckled, “Naive pretty little shit. You should learn to be a little cautious of whom you trust.” “Trust me," I shrugged, "I'm facing the Consequences. “Let her be, Moe.”

“But boss, does this mean that If this works out, I I’ll finally be promoted from my chauffeur duties? No more of these ‘executioner’ roles?” I allowed a slow, cold smile to spread across my lips. “If we succeed Caleb, you’ll be elevated from ‘The Shadow’ to ‘The Keeper of the Seal.’ It’s a prestigious role with substantial influence within The Shepherd’s Keep.” A flash of hope crossed his face, quickly masked by a hardened resolve “And Vanessa? What’s next for her though?” I leaned back, the leather creaking under my weight. “Vanessa’s role was always meant to be temporary. Her job was to catalyze Adrian’s downfall. Once our goals are achieved, her future will be reassessed. For now, she ha

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Pain shot through every part of her body. The bond severing had been violent. Traumatic. It felt like someone had reached inside her chest and ripped out part of her soul. Because that's exactly what they'd done. Without a pack bond, she was vulnerable. Weak. Powerless. Just another rogue wolf that any pack could kill on sight. That any rogue could attack without consequences. That the world could swallow up without anyone caring or noticing. Lyra forced herself to stand. Her legs shook. Her vision blurred. Black spots danced at the edges. But she stayed upright through sheer stubbornness.

I told him. “Effective immediately,” he said. As he turned toward the door to leave, “If this goes wrong,” I said, “it won’t just affect your company.” “I know," he said, his voice remaining calm as he walked out Ana’s POV Ana slammed the tablet down on the table. “She did what?” she asked, raising her voice in anger The assistant standing across from her hesitated. “Ma’am… the information is confirmed; Leah has joined Mark Corporation.” Ana let out a sharp laugh. “Of all places…”

It crushed her when he didn't react at all and didn't even ask where she was being held. Shadow didn't believe none of the servants’ words, she didn't care about Shaid. He knew the witch has a plan and that this servant has to know what that plan is so he will make sure they have a chance to question her once this battle was over. Shadow advanced towards Shaid, but she quickly moved out of his reach, careful not to use her vampire abilities in front of him. Shaid knew she couldn't beat Shadow in a fight but she knew she was faster than him, so she used her agility to dodge every time he tried to grab her. She couldn't let him touch her; she didn't know if the potion Urrale gave her would blo

“You should use it to your heart, witch. Your heart seems locked up and frozen somewhere in the Arctic.” Zack cracked up. “If you want your voice, Zack, you better shut up,” Shadow told him. “Wait. She can do that?” His eyes widened in amazement. “I can do better. I can give you life-long erectile dysfunction.” “What the hell?” It was comical how Zack quickly cupped his groin before us. “Hey, big guy.” I felt Shadow’s hand on mine. “You should go change.” “Right.” I left them, and I still caught Shadow talking to Zarah.

That we would all kneel? I pivot, and she is there: the Shadow, named so because she has the build of those who block the light, tall and heavy, stocky, arms bristled with twisted muscles, a smooth and shiny skull like a blade, and a jaw that snaps at regular intervals like a iron trap waiting to crush whatever comes too close.

The holographic face in the sky—the "Shadow Heir"—wasn't just an image; it was a weight. Under its flickering violet-and-blue gaze, the Oregon mist felt like a heavy shroud. My skin crawled where the scars on my wrist pulsed with that rhythmic, accusatory red light.