White Shadow Book Novels & Stories

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

If they would not back off, I would have to hand it all to Jennifer, every last bit of my hard-earned success and the mess she had made. With a heavy heart, I spilled my guts to my advisor. Her face ran the gamut from shock to fury, then settled on a look of deep compassion. "You do what you need to do," she said. "I've got your back." I nodded, my throat tight, and after ordering some custom glasses with a hidden camera, I boarded the train home. Before stepping inside, I flicked on the glasses' secret eye.

I called out, I walked out into the shadows, I still could not go to the little pool, there was a hint of light yet. She jumped, turning to look at me, her face instantly turning red. I smirked, I wanted to go to her, she was in the shade, and I could, but I need her to come to me. She glanced up, “It’s not dark yet.” “I couldn’t wait,” I replied. “Trees offer good shade.” There has been times when I’m tracked targets, and needed to hide from the sun. Forest provided good coverage. Her breathing paused. “You really didn’t want to see me again?”

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Her eyes narrow as she takes in my shivering form clad in torn clothes, the rumpled bed, as well as the freshly showered form of Xavier. “What the hell is going on here?!” she screeches. Her eyes do a once over around the room one more time before settling her poisonous gaze on me. My body shudders subconsciously from the venom spewing from her eyes as well as the clear knowledge of what she is capable of. With long, soft flowing hair, a voluptuous body with curves in all the right places, legs going for miles, and a face that the goddess has obviously- t taken her time with, Bianca is an absolutely gorgeous woman.

Sienna adjusted the collar of her blouse as she stood in front of the small group of women seated in folding chairs. A banner hung behind her, the freshly printed letters reading: Lucia Foundation – Hope Beyond the Shadows. Natalia stood off to the side, clipboard in hand, giving her an encouraging nod. “You’ve got this,” Natalia whispered. Sienna smiled, then took a breath and stepped forward. “Thank you all for coming today. I know how hard it can be to walk into a room like this. I’ve been where you are. Caught in a world that told me silence was survival.”

I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit. Next to me stood Kalel Wildmaw, the Alpha of Glaciercrest Pack, whom I just knew. His voice was gentle as he asked, "Are you tired?" I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled. "No, I've never felt this free." The cold air filled my lungs with each breath. With every step, I felt the blood inside me boil. It was as though my dormant instincts were awakening little by little. This was the world of werewolves—the place Dad had always dreamed of.

🌬️ 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🌬️

The same mark of the ancient Guild of Authors. But beneath it... another symbol had been added. A black circle. The First Reader's face turned completely pale. "No..." "An Author has joined the Silence." The lighthouse door slowly opened on its own. Darkness poured out like smoke. Then... a calm voice drifted across the empty shore. "I've been waiting for the next chapter..." "...Adrian." The White Book closed by itself. Its cover changed once more. Only four words remained, glowing in silver. THE SILENCE REMEMBERS EVERYTHING.