Supernatural Shadows Novels & Stories

The girl carefully takes my hand and shakes it. "S-so... you love a police officer?" "Nice isn't it? How amazing is it for illegal shadows and emergency sirens to mix together?"

One morning, as I sat in our chambers trying to eat some bread to settle my stomach, the worst vision hit me like heavy waves. I saw the triplets—not as babies, but older, their faces was clear. Two of them shone brightly, full of that divine energy we'd all felt since the ritual. But the third... gods, the third had eyes like black holes, it had shadows leaking from their skin. It wasn't just one of them turning dark, it was something else, a fourth thing pretending to be one of my babies. A shadow twin, born from the void's rot, feeding on my power like a leech. Disguised so well I couldn't tell which heartbeat was real and which was the parasite.

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

I said " Tell me. Shadows can't transform or come out of the walls. I am dreaming. I must be dreaming. I can't believe this." " Minerva, you didn't believe vampires existed but they do, right? Easton asked " Just like that shadows exist along with other supernatural creatures." " Then call him. Call the shadow if he exists." I said. " I can't. Only you can because according to that shadow you are their mistress and only you can give orders to them." Easton replied " Didn't you see some shadows around you in the dressing room earlier?" " I did." I found myself replying and looked at Easton with hope " Do you think if I call the shadow he will come?"

He let it settle. "The vampires who grabbed my wrist," he said finally. "They stopped because they could sense it." "They sensed something they didn't expect. Mixed blood is uncommon. What they felt confused the instinct — interrupted it long enough for reason to reassert." Dravon paused. "That's the short version." "What's the long version?" "That can wait for another evening." Not evasion — just pacing. Aldric was beginning to tell the difference. "You have enough to think about tonight." He did. He went back to his quarters and sat at the

Aren't you afraid of me? When he asked, my heart disintegrated, then erupted with shattered pieces, sending a loud, thunderous explosion into my chest, sending chills down my spine. His eyes were blood red, and when I briefly caught a peek at them, all I could make out was emptiness. I was standing next to such a sterile individual who was devoid of any emotions and incapable of feeling anything. His soothing voice kind of lured you in while also sending chills down your spine. He had rosy lips. His voice could have easily put someone into an unbreakable trance, but here I was in his presence holding onto my sanity.

The cold air caressed the exposed part of her skin which was not covered with clothing and she immediately regretted leaving the house in a sundress. She took slow steps towards the low grunt as her heart got louder each second that passed. The dark abyss of the night enveloped her as she walked. She strained her eyes in the dark trying to make out any movement as she got closer to the sound. She turned back when she didn't see anything but stopped as she heard another low grunt followed by a sharp intake of air. She took slow steps towards the direction of the sound and finally saw the silhouette of the body on the ground. Turning on her phone's flashlight, she saw a man hunched over clutch

Her eyes darted nervously around the area, silently questioning her presence. "You will begin with the basics," I stated firmly, my voice steady. "Learning to defend yourself is the first of many necessary steps." She nodded, though fear flickered in her eyes. With a snap of my fingers, the shade materialized. A dark, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, its glowing golden eyes piercing the dim light. It was a manifestation of my power, a creature under my control, moving with an eerie grace that sent shivers down Bella's spine. Gasping, she stumbled back, her hand gripping my arm tightly, nails digging into my skin.

“We can’t do anything without these things showing up.” Jamie swung his skateboard into his hands, his movements tense. “How many times do we have to teach this lesson?” “These aren’t the same as before,” Callan said, their glowing presence intensifying. “They’re stronger—manifestations tied directly to the spire’s corruption. Be careful.” The first shadow lunged toward Emma, its clawed hand reaching for the relic. Callan intercepted it with a burst of light, scattering the dark form into wisps of smoke. But the other shadows advanced quickly, their movements unnaturally fast and precise.

My voice didn't just carry; it commanded the atmosphere. Sol stepped into me, his hand anchoring firmly on my waist, his golden energy acting as the stabilizer for what I was about to do. Pamela and Marcus grabbed my shoulders, their eyes wide with confusion, while Linus tightened his grip on Aurora and stepped into the circle. "Aella, what are you—" Pamela started. I didn't answer. I reached deep into that newly discovered well of power, calling to the shadows that lived in my marrow. In the Sanctuary, I had learned that shadows weren't just the absence of light; they were the connective tissue of the world.