The Daughter In The Shadows Novels & Stories

“Good. Come here to Izobel’s office. Listen, Connor. As fast as you can! Now!” As if Connor was just in the next room, my eyes went round when I saw him entering the office. I glanced at Asia and Ryzen, whose eyes were still focused on their work. “What happened? I came here as soon as I lost my link with her,” He sounded worried and angry. “Mom and Dad are hysterical now.” “Someone poisoned her,” Amber said, nodding at Connor, gesturing her head to carry Izobel. “I poisoned her…” My voice trailed off, shaking my head as I recalled Oliver giving me the knife. He told me about the Council of the Moon Shadows elders who gave it to use against Alaric.

(THIRD POV) Margaret Collins stood frozen in the dimly lit hallway, her mind trapped in a whirlwind of memories she had tried so hard to bury. Collins’s retreating figure blurred before her eyes, but it wasn’t him she saw anymore. It was the name that was now hanging between them. It was the name of Salindra her late daughter, her secret, her greatest… heartache. The years they had spent trying to rebuild, to move past the unbearable loss, crashed over her like waves, dragging her back into a past she could never fully escape.

Amala began calmly as she walked towards us with Veronica at her side, “Do you have anything to do with what the girl is saying?” “Me, mother?” He scoffed, “No.” “There. My son has given his words.” Was she serious? “Your son,” I frowned, “Tried to kill me.” “And yet, you’re alive?” She quickly replied, “I know what he’s capable of.” “Amala,” Sinister began with a scowl, “Enough of this!” “Alright, alright,” She smirked and looked towards Vitaly, “Where’s the other girl? What did you do to her?”

Theia “What was that?” I demand. “These caves are ancient and the veil between worlds is thin.” Erebus begins. “Tell me, what do you know of my line?” “Shadow Moon line hails from the dark forests of our plane. It is one of the oldest lines, cloaked in secrecy, tainted millennia ago by the dark spirits of the other world.” “Tainted.” He says with a growl. The word grating on him. “No, touched. Blessed.”

"Spouting lies in front of everyone? Enough with your lies. You're my daughter. Do you think I can't tell you apart?" The lecturer, having grasped the whole story, spoke with a steady voice. "On the first day, we had the students' fingerprints recorded, which had to match the exam records for enrollment. Back then, Ella was the real deal. "Let's just recheck your fingerprints now, and we'll see the truth." Jennifer's eyes brimmed with sudden tears. "It's no use. Jennifer destroyed our fingerprints to take my spot at the school. Now, both of us are without fingerprints!"

The shadow reeled back for a moment, but only to recover, its form rebuilding twice as fast. Kyle was laughing again. “You can’t destroy what you are.” “I’m not you!” I screamed, and the energy doubled. For a heartbeat, the shadow froze. Its gaze locked with mine, and I felt it recognize me, not as prey, but as something familiar. Its whisper curled through my mind again, softer this time. Daughter of balance. Half light. Half dark. My vision dimmed. My knees buckled. “Damon…” Through the blur, I saw him rising, blood streaking down his face, his eyes blazing full silver.

With a gesture, she summoned her daughter. The Luna that appeared was seventeen, beautiful, powerful... and hollow. Her seven aspects were visible but fused forcibly, like broken bones set wrong. She moved with grace but no spontaneity, spoke with intelligence but no spark. "Mother," she said to shadow-Aria, bowing perfectly. "How may I serve?" My heart broke. This wasn't my chaotic, brilliant, impossible daughter. This was a doll crafted from duty. "You see rebellion where I see peace," shadow-Aria said. "You see hollow where I see focused."

Shadows that looked suspiciously like coffins. "Where are you going?" He called after me. Without giving him a response, I went to my daughter's room who is fast asleep. We just got back from the hospital since the money for the surgery is yet to be settled. I turned the handle of her room slowly, easing the door open with a gentleness that belied the panic thrumming through my veins. The room was dark except for the soft breath of her sleep. Lily lay so still against the crisp white sheets, her small chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

Even the blood still running down my forehead seemed to turn cold. So in her eyes, her eldest daughter was just an unsightly embarrassment, something that couldn’t compare to Suri in the slightest. I struggled to my feet and started toward the door. I didn’t want to stay here for even one more second. I didn’t want to watch Mom and her precious Suri clinging to each other while I stood there like a stranger. However, before I could reach the door, Mom blocked my path. Frowning, she rummaged through a box, pulled out gauze and antiseptic, and shoved them into my hands.

A procession of somber figures in black filed in. At the forefront was a woman with silver-streaked hair, clutching a photo in a black frame. The girl in the picture beamed, her smile as bright as Evelyn's. "My daughter, Melody Rogers, was Frank's student, too," the woman's voice broke. "He conned her into stealing my credit card and transferring him thirty-four thousand five hundred bucks. Once he had the money, he dumped her. Overwhelmed, she jumped from a building last year. She was just nineteen."