The Eminence In Shadow Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The rejection had manifested into something that feels like a demonic hand which has somehow slid into into mouth and through my throat- completely blocking my airways, before grabbing my beating heart in a tight grip, ruthlessly and mercilessly squeezing the delicate organ. I don’t know how long I stay there on the hard wooden floors; I would say an eternity but I know it can’t have been that long. After what feels like a million years, the pain ebbs away just enough for my consciousness to recover to my body. The humiliation coursing through my veins almost as intense as the pain. I know he told me to leave but I don’t want to. I want to stay and ask him why he rejected me. I know that I’m

he called at Emily. “Are you crazy man what if it kills her” Kiran called. “I remember I read something about it so trust me I know what am doing,” he said and I watched as Emily walked toward the shadow. I could hear her heart beating fast. She was scared, she walked slowly and the rustling of the dead leaves as she moved closer made me anxious about what would happen. She moved towards it and touched the shadow and immediately white light came from within her and the shadow turned from deep black to grey and it bowed down to her.

Zara's POV I took a sip of my tea, tapping my leg nervously against the floor. The Shadow council were a bunch of stuck up, power thirsty men looking for an opportunity to snatch the power from Emmett. They greedy bastards were quick to forget how he had risked his life to build this new clan they are desperate to take away from him. But knowing Emmett, he never loses. Still, I want to know what was going on in the throne room, not sitting around her and dying to find out any piece if information at all.

"I'm never letting you go. You're mine. You're mine and no one else's." She smiled, almost laughing. Secretly and not-so-secretly, she loved him when he was like this, fierce and hard and on the brink of losing control. His shadow loomed over her like something solid, strong and warm. And yet it felt fluid too, at the same time...Changing form, changing shape, little by little. They could do this forever, darkening and lightening each other's lives until they were just right. And Atlas - right here, about to join their bodies together in the most intimate way possible, baring all the parts of themselves that they would let each other mark. She thought she could do this forever. She supposed

“Look.” She followed his gaze: the rising sun cast beams through frost-tinted glass, painting the cabin with soft slants of light. Dust floated like silver motes in that glow—a quiet celebration of new beginnings. He touched the moonstone, said, “That’s us. Holding light inside shadow.” Trixie nodded, heart full. “Light inside shadow. Luna and Wolf.” Ryker pressed his forehead to hers again. “Our forever story.” They settled back against the pillows, hands locked over the ring, breathing together. No words necessary. Inside the cabin, the morning stretched around them—warm, enduring, infinite.

“So I’m your shadow now?” Damian stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You’re under my protection. There’s a difference.” The room seemed to shrink, his presence pressing in, heavy and undeniable. For one terrifying, intoxicating moment, Amara wondered if the danger wasn’t outside at all - but standing right in front of her. The man cleared his throat. “There’s more.” He tapped the folder again and slid another photograph across the table. Amara’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Damian.