Novel & Cerita The Shadow Out Of Time

Right now it was dirt and forestry. "I don't know how but I didn't do what you think I did," again, she spoke in a whisper, "I didn't ask the shadows to take me away from the estate. You heard what I asked." "So, we're still in your parents' bedroom with them?" I had to ask because my brain was struggling to wrap around the events that took place within five minutes. As much as magic was admittedly cool, it was becoming the bane of my existence. "I suppose. It's impossible to travel through time. The shadows are simply showing me," Tania paused, obsidian eyes colliding with my honey ones, "us what they need to."

"Where are you, Spider?” Shadow asked, sitting opposite to Blake Turner in a luxury restaurant. “How long will it take for you to reach the said location?” “Aw…my darling, Shadow, do you miss me that much?” Spider responded from the other side of the call. “It seems like you can’t bear to wait a second more to meet me. Do you miss me that badly?” “Cut the bullshit.” Shadow rolled her eyes while Blake keenly observed her facial expressions. “Do you even know how long we are waiting here? It has been almost 2 hours.’

’ He rushed off, leaving me to laugh at his retreating figure. ‘Think he figured it out?’ I wondered. ‘He’s a smart guy, if he didn’t already, he will.’ Shadow smiled and once again I was left staring at the clearing before me. I closed my eyes and sucked in a deep breath, the cool night air bringing me serenity, but when I opened my eyes, the picture I saw before was gone.

I walked towards the shadow guard who called for me. When I was finally in front of him, he slowly lowered his mask, revealing his face. This was considered taboo for a shadow guard. No one, not even their master should see their faces. That was the only secret they were allowed to keep from their masters. I was surprised when he pulled down his mask.

"Robin doesn't need me anymore. From now on, you and Erica can take care of him. Let's leave it at that. Goodbye, Thomas. Don't contact me again." It was only then that Thomas finally realized I was serious. His breaths grew shallow and rapid. "Wait, Winnie! You're just jealous, aren't you? If you want, I can just make Erica leave. I can talk to Robin, too, but you can't just—" The unexpected sound of a door opening abruptly cut him off. I turned my head and froze upon seeing the familiar person beside me. It was Mark Field, my personal doctor. No wonder he'd been able to pull me out of the lake behind the villa that day. He already knew the code to the gate.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the golden afterglow stretched their shadows long, until they merged into one, indistinguishable from each other. This scene was more eternal than any painting Elara could ever create. Its name: "Freedom and Love." (The End)

Veyra’s skin glowed like polished steel. They were ready. And then he came. The Shadow. A figure in a black hoodie, standing at the edge of the circle, he stood there like a ghost. Morwen turned. “You’re late.” The Shadow didn’t move. Then he spoke. “I’m done.” My heart jumped immediately. That voice. It was familiar, very familiar but a bit too deep and Twisted. “I’ve played my part,” the Shadow said. “Dropped notes. Stole hair. fed you with all the information you needed and even threatened her.But she’s not breaking at all. Instead she’s hardening. And I’m tired of pretending to hate her.”

“They outmaneuvered us again, boss.” Shadow’s eyes narrowed. “I trusted you. Are you tired of breathing?” “I’m sorry, boss.” Shadow took a long drag of his tobacco and exhaled slowly. “There’s an exchange happening tonight.” “Yes, boss.” “Call Ace. He’ll lead.” Sky nodded and left the room. Shadow muttered under his breath, “Time to come home, Ace.” -------------- DARK DOMAIN — 6:00 P.M. Red Room

**** Deep beneath the mountain… The shadow slid through stone cracks like smoke. It entered the cavern without a sound, gathering itself on the floor until it rose, shaping into something vaguely humanoid, tall, and wrong, shifting like tar that refused to settle. Two red coals flared in its center. A voice seeped out, distorted and layered. “She hid,” the shadow hissed. “The Sorcerer hid from me.” The cavern rumbled, walls trembling as Shade emerged from the darkness, taller, denser, power radiating from him like heat from an inferno.

“Lucien thinks you’re just a pawn. He’s wrong. Very wrong.” We reached the landing. The pulsing grew stronger, the shadow thrashing violently beneath the green glow. One wrong move and we’d be torn apart. Lucien raised the device high. “Time to finish this!” Then, instinctively, I lunged. Not at Lucien but at the shadow. I jabbed the jagged metal toward the nearest appendage, channeling all my fear, anger, and desperation. Sparks erupted. The shadow hissed, distracted just long enough for Caelum to rush forward, tackling Lucien from behind.