The Young Master In The Shadows Novels & Stories

Meanwhile, underneath the grand staircase that lead to the many secrets of the Devon mansion, Alyssa skillfully hid herself when the infuriated Nathan hastily ascended it without proper alertness of the environment. When she was sure he was gone, she pulled away from the darkness. Her beautiful dark eyes glimmering with mischief and everything…not so innocent. “So the Youngest Master of the Shadow organization is engaged? About to be married.” it was a question, to no one in particular, but herself.

A slender silver chain hangs around my neck, with a dewdrop in jade which rests in the cleft of my collarbone. Movement from beyond the door; the creak of footsteps; I sit up, arranging my hair to drape over my shoulders and breasts. He stands, haloed by the light spilling through. He has something in his hand, but I can't see what. "Charlotte?" "Master." I hold out my hands, welcoming him. Wearing his suit and shirt, his polished shoes, he approaches me slowly, almost hesitantly, as though he's nervous... My Master? Nervous?

I sink onto the couch, thumbs hovering. Another message arrives before I can type. ShadowMaster: Call. Now. No video. Voice only. You have thirty seconds. I hit the call button. It rings once. He answers. That voice. Low. Smooth. Dangerous. “You kept me waiting.” “I,” My throat clicks. “I’m sorry, Master.” “Are you?” A pause. “You didn’t finish your task last night. You sent proof of edging, but not completion. And today… you’ve been distracted.”

One moment, he is enjoying a good fuck from an Alpha, and the next moment—here he is, trying his best not to skin himself alive. There are voices inside his head that are way louder than his own voice. Those voices keep on reminding him that he is an Omega—just an Omega. The lowest of the lowest. The ‘thing’ who’s only goal in life is to be played by those fucking Alphas. A nothing. A sudden crawl of goosebumps invaded his whole body. He can literally feel how hard his heart is hammering inside his chest. He called Cross ‘master’. Master. He looks at his reflection once again and laughs hysterically.

"Master, we want to train our obedience." Laura suddenly held onto me while Camilla crawled under my crotch. "Tonight, we'll serve you well. You're our master. Percy, please let me do this. Otherwise, I will get punished," Tiffany begged before scrambling on all fours toward me. "No way! I have to go!" Right then, Laura let out a sharp cry. "It's not up to you now. Ms. Elledge, get him!" Before I could react, Laura and Camilla pulled my pants down, and Tiffany opened her mouth…

My men stiffened, already preparing to shift in case of an attack. A cold, unnatural chill swept through the clearing, snuffing out the warmth of the fire without even dimming its light. The hairs on my arms rose, and the men’s breathing turned shaky and ragged. A ripple of darkness peeled away from the trees. It wasn't a figure or a man. It was a shadow, unattached to any object, gliding, stretching, bending, and folding in on itself like smoke without air. The Shadow had arrived…My true and only master.

I asked in asked in a cold tone. “You are not qualified enough to ask that; our Young master has ordered us to bring you to him” I wonder who this Young master is never heard of this name before. “Who is this Young master, tell me his name” they were like deaf ears and didn’t listen to what I was saying and one of them approached and grabbed my hand. “Wait what are you doing you cannot touch her she belongs to Young master” who the hell is this Young master I don’t belong to him in fact I belong to no one.

She called him back and he began talking. “Did you get a taxi?”. “Yes, now explain what’s going on?”. “Lord is planning on running a bulldozer over the body of Young master. Please do something about him.” “You are the only one I can rely on for help. Please do something!”. Noir’s eyes widened as her throat went dry hearing the news that Chris gave her. “What did you say just now?”. “Lord wants to get rid of Young Master just because he insulted him or didn’t listen to what he said. Anyway, Master is Mad. Please stop him. I don’t think I can stop him!”.

The surroundings gradually darkened because the moon has changed color, but any darkness is irrelevant to my eyes that can see right through it. I can hear screams everywhere, which almost drew my attention, but they vanished when, from the darkest part of that place, I saw someone standing—no, he was now walking—and in an instant, he was already in front of me, but I didn't have the chance to see his face. The next thing I knew, he had sucked my neck and drunk my blood along with my screams and a tight grip on his ripped arm. "You're all mine. Your blood, your body, your soul. I'll kill everyone who threatens me and my possession. I'll kill whoever try to take you away from me. Now sleep, A

Of course he did, I lowered my eyes to my lap so they wouldn’t see the hatred flicker briefly across my face, hatred itself was dangerous, the Mothers said bitterness poisoned a woman’s spirit, but lately I felt poisoned already. Two months ago, the Master summoned me to his private study after evening prayer. I still remembered every detail, the smell of incense, the heavy silence, the guards outside the door and him, Gabriel Vane. The man everyone worshipped like a prophet, he was old enough to be my grandfather, perhaps older, no one actually knew his real age because nobody dared ask questions about the Master, but whispers among the older women claimed he was already in his sixties, his