Silhouette Covers Novels & Stories

The cave on the back was suddenly broken through by the fingertips, and the mucosa was shocked and gave rise to a strong signal. Daniel graciously exploited his narrow and lazy courage to tell her, “The active or the passive role I don't think needs to be changed. However, I already have a sensitive body that secretes fluid, so it's better to reduce the lubricating gel this time, directly using my fluid to lubricate it.

“The Moonshade didn’t merely conceal her, it refined her. Tempered her in the womb, like silver set in a crucible. Your mate accomplished something remarkable, Blackwood.” A beat, then. “She gave birth to an extraordinary gift. One that was never meant to belong to you alone… but to me.” The darkest corner of the hall convulsed. Shadows thickened, twisted, then knit themselves into shape. A figure stepped forward, tall, emaciated, cloaked in rags that drank what little light remained. Silas. His skin was stretched parchment over bone, veins black beneath the surface like spilled ink. His eyes burned violet, pupils slit like a cat’s in torchlight, and when he smiled, the teeth were too long,

“A-Aurora… that bitch… she’s back! She’s alive! She called me… she said she came back from hell to haunt us! To haunt us for what we did! I saw her, Richard, I swear! A silhouette, right there in the doorway! She’s back! She’s back!” Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch as she shivered uncontrollably,scanning the shadows for a specter only she could see.

I let out a piercing shriek, covering my ears. "Putangina..." Dominic gasped, his breathing turning incredibly shallow and ragged. When I frantically looked down at him, my heart stopped... dark, thick blood was rapidly soaking through the fabric of his pant leg. Shaking with pure terror, I grabbed his shoulders, but he immediately reached up, cupping my cheeks with his trembling hands to force me to look at him. "Raegan, my love, listen to me very carefully..." he whispered urgently.

He looked at the woods, his face pale, his varsity jacket suddenly looking like a costume on a stranger. "Elara?" he whispered, his voice trembling. "What is that? Why is the sky... breaking?" "Don't look at the sky, Julian," Elara said, her voice dropping into the rasp of the Alpha. "Look at the trees." Emerging from the shadows of the "Perfect Oaks" was the Vantablack Shadow. It was Julian’s silhouette, but stretched and distorted, its edges flickering with high-frequency static. It didn't walk; it glided across the manicured lawn, leaving a trail of dead, grey pixels in the grass. Its eyes were two horizontal slits of Neon-Blue—the cold, unfeeling light of a system that had finally found

Nevertheless, it makes it appear that its primary objective is to notify me that it was able to force its way inside my apartment, provided that almost all sorts of sound warning systems are completely activated. And the way this silhouette happens to look at me from the outside appears to really be implying something I have never really figured out yet. If the shadow I had seen earlier behind the tree branches is the same as the invader on my apartment, it must have been clearly not worried about being caught, having known that I had seen it. Instead, it stared straight at me and tends to make no conscious effort to conceal itself away from my view. The silhouette appears mysterious as it o

Silhouette Two I had never left my hometown. I had never had any reason to; after all there was everything I would ever need in it. A college, where I had gotten my degree, and a family business I had hoped to take control of one day. But things changed. And I didn’t know whether that change was going to become for the worst or for the better.

Something perfect. "Silas, the frequency..." I wheezed, my lungs still burning from the mainframe’s discharge. "It’s too flat. It’s too clean." Silas didn't answer. He was frozen at the edge of the shattered window, his silhouette a dark, jagged mountain against the silver sky. His Alpha aura, usually a roaring furnace of gold fire, had pulled inward, curling around his heart in a tight, defensive knot. I could feel his dread through the Seal—a thick, suffocating oil that made my own heart stutter.