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’Emma quizzed in astonishment Stricken by guilt, Trish was silent for a moment deciding on something convincing to say. Emma was not as naïve as Connie, she was able to put two and two together. Right now she was feeling uncomfortable, it was too early for anyone to find out her quest. She had no idea how to pull out of this one without raising suspicion.

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

🌬️ Oh but You will be🌬️ Her reply made Ayanna's eye darkened the more... "Who are you to tell me what I want... I am Ayanna Mahatma.. the only witch that see the really Truth,, The future... and the zeal to it..." 🌬️Like I said... I am your Past and Your Future... I am The SHADOW... The shadow Behind all this🌬️ "What!" 🌬️ My Name ... is SHADOW!🌬️ 🌬️You're only the present Ayanna and will never be the Future... I am your future Ayanna... And guess what... I died and I am here... trying to guide you through🌬️

He would protect me and my family at all costs, like he always did. “It looks like you all have a death wish to barge into our private moment and ruin it with your filthy and useless existences,” Desmond threatened them in his carefree manner. “We’ll see who finishes who, imbecile,” a demon spoke. Its voice was somewhat feminine. The shadow demon that I witnessed had the form of a woman. It was her! I stuck my fingers into my ears as my face rested on Desmond’s chest. Even though Madame Long had shown me more terrifying creatures in mirrors, that shadow demon was still at the top of the list of the things that made me shiver.

“Amy, would you like to explain it to Jay, or do you want us to explain?” Amy looked up at Jay, “well, I’m not just any wolf... we are not just any wolves,” she started, as she motioned to herself and her leadership team, “we are... I am a Shadow wolf.” She said. Jay looked at his mate. “A Shadow wolf?” He questioned with furrowed eyebrows. “They are any ancient line of Elite Guards created by the Moon Goddess.” Ali whispered. “They’ve been gone for over one hundred years. It was said that their main pack was dispatched by... well, I’m not sure who but their numbers dwindled.

It is so dark here… I want to get out from here but I can’t move my hand and lags feels like I am paralyzed… Why? I am trying my best to move but I can’t. Why? Help! Help! I want to get out from here… soon I lost my hope… Unexpectedly, I saw someone swimming towards me giving me her hand and she is a girl… girl? I can’t see her face, I want to see her… who is she? It is so dark here; I want to see her but unfortunately… “Sam”, I heard someone is calling me, it sounds similar… I realized that,

"I need a shadow for Brooke. A professional. Someone who can blend into the mist." "A female shadow?" Evan asked. "Yes. Someone who can follow her into places I cannot." Days later, Lucas Grant found himself at a training ground known as The Shadow—a place that bred the most lethal protectors in the territory. Twenty massive Enforcers were circling a single figure in the center of the pit. They were at a dead stalemate. Lucas focused on the woman in the center, dressed in skin-tight dark purple leather. She looked fragile, almost delicate, with a face that belonged in a high-caste ballroom, not a blood-pit.

"I'll send a message, Daniel. But tell him the clock is ticking. I won't be a ghost in my own romance forever." She hung up and composed a short rune to the Watcher: "I am intact. Do not worry. But the shadow must end. I need to see your face." The reply was instantaneous: "Thank the Mother you spoke. I was spiraling. Princess... please understand, the shadow is your only protection. But I hear you. I will find a way." Emily stared at the words. "I am exhausted," she whispered to the empty room. How long can a heart wait for a shadow to become a man?

She was penniless, without medicine, a fugitive in a city of surveillance, and her only technical asset was currently becoming a digital corpse. In that exact moment, the red mole at the corner of her eye began to burn with a searing, phantom heat. The surrounding sounds—the rain, Ella's sobbing, the hum of the servers—faded into a vacuum. The world dissolved into cascading rivers of emerald code. Within that digital void, the "Shadow" manifested once more. It was no longer a blur of light; it was a woman in a sweeping black gown, her face a perfect, porcelain replica of Sophia’s, but possessed of cold, electronic pupils that saw through the fabric of the universe.

He stopped near the edge of the chamber, where darkness pooled more thickly. ​“She reacted.” The words were quiet. Almost thoughtful. “More than expected.” The kneeling figure hesitated. “You mean the girl?” ​A pause. And then—for the first time—something changed. Not in the room. In him. ​“The Shadowbearer,” he corrected. The title settled heavily in the air. Not casual. Not symbolic. Truth. ​“She is still unrefined,” the kneeling figure said. “Unstable. If necessary, we can eliminate—”