Ship Shadow Novels & Stories

he snakes his tongue in excitement as he wriggles his fingers on his handgun “No he’s not, you trigger-happy bastard. Anyways, it’s not weird. There are people blessed with the gift of controlling shadows. I believe they call themselves Shadow” “Interesting. I can’t believe such amazing people exist” he giggles Shane lights another cigarette “They are far from amazing. Back when I was a teen, I took up a job offer to kill a pregnant woman. It should be an easy job I thought but she could control Shadows” he blows out smoke

Was he doubting his capability? To this Zieve replied," I would never doubt your capability, Joe. But, this man is a "Shadow". Shadow are those people whose identities are destroyed. Nobody knows about their real names, identity, families, and they have no data in the government files. Not even their creator knows about their real identity. Their fingerprints are destroyed and they don't even have an identification mark on their bodies. They are trained since their childhood and are mostly used as spies. They are made by old and big underground groups as it is an old practice. Even if you will check the data base of the whole country, you will not find the real identity of this man. That's w

I love that he loves to cook. He carried me to the bed, propping me up with some pillows, handing me a book to read. It was one I had gotten out of the library we found yesterday. It was about the different kinds of shadows in the shadow realm. Shade is an official, apparently. Extremely strong, intelligent, and a direct descendent of the original shadow.

I was getting really tired of Adrian repeating things back to me that I obviously had no clue about. "I—I'm sorry, Rose. Truly, I am," a serious look covered his handsome features and his tone took on a slightly more ominous note. A chill began to run through me at his sudden change and I sat up to pull my knees to my chest, bracing for what he was about to say next. "Shadow kissed is a result of someone being brought back from the dead by a Spirit user. It isn't very common but there have been recorded instances of it happening and some studies have even been documented." I tried to take a deep breath, but my body suddenly seized up. I sat there motionless, unable to think or speak. Adrian

I panted, out of breath from running. “A shadow wraith doesn't have an actual body, they move in the shadows. Their one weakness is that they cannot handle light. If you can find a place without shadows, we'll be safe until we come up with a plan.” I looked around, searching for a break in the trees, somewhere out of reach from shadows. There. Just ahead, there was an open space. It wasn't big, just a flat rock that trees couldn't grow around, but it was something. I sprinted at fill force, throwing myself at the rock just as I felt the air at my back shiver. If I were just a second late, I would have been dead.

for my Live was already at ten thousand people. "I'm sorry, Becca," I whispered, staring at a photo of us from her matriculation while I was in the second year, before the "Envy" and the secrets. "I can't give you back what I took, but I can make sure they don't take anything else." Who do you think the SHADOW is ? Let me know your guess in the comments 🤗

“Not there. Not ever.” But even as I said it, I knew my protest was just that—words. Symbols don’t mean much when a man like Marcelo decides to erase them. My eyes drifted to the broken shards of my phone. Pieces of glass sparkled under the dim light, like tiny stars scattered across the rug. My chest ached. That phone had been my lifeline—my way to wire money back to my mother, to Fae. To make sure they ate. To keep them alive while I played Elena’s shadow.

Such a fucking genius I was. She was curled up in the bed, her back to the wall, arms wrapped around herself like she was holding her own broken pieces together. She’d been through too much. More than anyone should. And though she smiled for Layla, and joked and laughed, I saw it—the way her smile dropped the moment she thought no one was looking. I leaned forward in my chair, watching her on the screen. She shifted in her sleep. And then— A shadow moved. My chest tightened. I stared harder, squinting my eyes at the shadow I saw on the little green screen. The door didn’t open. Nothing made a sound when they had come in.

Her reputation was restored, and the university issued her a new letter of recommendation, allowing her to continue her application to study abroad if she wished to pursue her education. Chastity once lamented at Roy’s bedside that a psychic had warned her of a fatal attraction in her son’s life, whom she always thought was Melanie. Little did she know that she had invited that fate into their lives herself. Willow observed Roy’s increasingly gaunt face, her beliefs shifting to the supernatural. She wondered if she was cursed. She had endured two years of watching her father suffer in a hospital bed, and now, she faced the same ordeal with Roy. She would give anything to have him alive and w

Shadow Warriors are elite fighters-larger and stronger than humans. They're the polar opposite of hell's spawn because they think and strategize, making them a more formidable enemy. Because of fear, bigotry, and thinking the Shadow Warriors might overthrow the new government, the Federation almost started another war when the threat of the hellhounds receded. Thanks to the government's screw up, I have this nice advancement in office and I'm on a mad dash to repair relations with the good monsters. It's basically a suicide mission.