The Brighter The Light The Darker The Shadow Novels & Stories

She was born from the wound, after all. "What does that mean?" I demanded. "Is she in danger?" *That depends.* "On what?" *On what you teach her about darkness. Fear it, or understand it.* "I don't understand—" *Light and shadow are not enemies. They are siblings. Two parts of a whole. The child embodies both. If you teach her to fear her shadow nature, she will be divided. Broken.* "But the shadows are dangerous—" *Only when opposed. Only when rejected. Embrace the shadow as you embrace the light, and she will be whole.*

That’s what shadows do. So will we

Lily didn’t breathe. She couldn’t. Because shadows don’t move on their own. They don’t turn. They don’t look back. But this one did. Luca’s shadow tilted its head— Slow. Deliberate. Aware. And then— It stopped pretending. The light around them shifted. Not dimming. Not brightening. Repositioning. Like reality itself was adjusting to show something it had been hiding. Lily’s grip on Luca tightened instinctively. “Luca…” she whispered.

Watched darkness surrender to brightness. “Light is just the absence of darkness. Just a reprieve before night returns. Just an illusion that existence is better when really existence just cycles between dark and light forever.” Doubt’s voice was dismissive. “This does not prove anything. This does not convince me. This is just a natural process. Just physics. Just reality being reality.”

the woman says, “I think it’s already 4 at dawn in the real world now. There is only a matter of time left until we can wake up.” We all grew silent. So all we have to do now is wait? If we wake up, this will happen again because we can’t kill the monster. “LIGHT!” Jane screams as she trots towards the table. “The shadow is attracted to light that is why he doesn’t go too dark places!” I look at Harris. It has been his idea to turn the lights off. Was it luck? Or is he a Genius? He looks at me, shocked, too. “And it might be its’ greatest weakness, too!” Jane exclaims. “He dissipates in the morning!”

Mayari couldn't tell what figure they form but it is very clear that one is light and one is darkness. The light is as bright as a white sun and its radiant gleam spread to its surrounding, captivating the viewers gaze with its golden eyes. While the darkness is as black as the night, stretching its shadows of oblivion to its terrain, setting fear immediately in one's heart with his bloody red eyes. The light and darkness started to fight, empowering each other with their essence. The light entity showered the room with luminosity while the darkness cast shadow towards the light. They clash like swords, trying their hardest to beat each other but no matter what they do their strengths are eq

“Did the Shade escape?" Man made light couldn’t kill a shade, not like the UV rays of the sun, but it still produced an impenetrable barrier, so fending them off was as simple as keeping your lights turned on and avoiding dark corners. But a Shadow Man, someone who’d been taken by a shade? Sure, you could kill their human host as easily as the next human but that just forced the unharmed shade out of its dead flesh and into the next closes body. Yours. If you were lucky enough to to be too far away or surrounded by light the shade would disappear into the shadows, lurking there until the next poor soul ventured within reach. It was a pathetic and undeniable craven existence but it was how th

But then, for some reason, the entire yard seemed to start glowing, as if there was a bright light shining from somewhere behind me. The light flickered, like it was a flame. I could only guess that one of the guards had lit a fire to drive away the shadows, taking away the vampire's ability to shadow walk. The idea was genius and would probably work. With no shadows near him, the bloodsucker would have no way to blink toward my mate or away from me.

The air inside was heavy with anticipation, laden with unspoken words that hung in the atmosphere like a veil. Alpha Hayden, a moving shadow, was at the center of this wonderful home. In his shadow, cast by the rhythmic dance of the oil lamp's flame, his to-and-fro actions imparted a sense of urgency. The use of light and shadow provided the impression of a man absorbed in a frenzy of activity, a man with a purpose that reached beyond the tranquil façade of the home.

It’s dark. Cold. Or maybe it’s hot and I’m sweating? I don’t know. I do know that I can’t see, so I must be in a place that’s dark. There’s a presence near me, it feels dark. Like evil dark. Even in the pitch blackness of the room, I can see the shadowed outline of someone hovering around me. The room is pitch black, but even in a dark room there’s ambient light. His shape takes all of that light away.