White Shadow Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

FORBIDDEN CRAVINGS Story 1: His Little Secret (Lila’s POV) I woke up with my body still humming from last night. My pussy felt sore and sticky — Ethan’s cum had dried on my thighs, but I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me while Alex listened from his room. My cheeks burned as I remembered moaning louder on purpose. I had wanted my brother to hear me. I slipped on a tiny white tank top and pink cotton shorts with nothing underneath. My nipples were already hard against the thin fabric. When I walked into the kitchen, Alex was already there.

I feel sick at that. “So it’s hell then?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “No, it’s worse. Hell, you can get to. Darkness, you can’t. They have shadow monsters. That occasionally enter other realms, they feed on the sleeping victims and inflict the most disturbing nightmares that feel so real the victim wakes covered in blood. They eventually go insane from lack of sleep. That is just one of the horrors of darkness.” I suck in a breath and declare I will never sleep again. Also, every light will be kept on. I am not being used for the shadows. I shudder at the thought.

He said, remembering the form of gray and black smoke with red eyes. "Well, they are still dead. Spirit of lost warriors, taken from the grave without permission and forced to obedience without rest. That's what a shadow warrior is, right?" Melvina asked, her gaze resting on Esther. " Yes. At least that's what the book said." Esther replied. " What book?" Anthony asked. " We need to find a way to defeat this things. They might be heading here." He said, thinking of the disturbance it would create in the county. This would make the news. He thought.

Heyo, I'm Chime Chininso. Thank you for taking the time to check out my book. You've made this author a happy Shadow is my first story and you are going to enjoy it. If you haven’t seen my other work “Confessions Of An Exorcist” please do. It’s worth the read. I’m gonna blow your mind. This work is completely an imaginative one. It would be best not to get offended by it. Any character in resemblance to actual person—living or deceased is a coincidence. Every character in this book is a product of the author’s imagination and hard work.

Avan ran his hand through his hair “I know what it sounds like and trust me, I am embarrassed as it is already. It is weird, and I have a gut feeling it is a trap.” Now, Nate took another sip “What trap?” “The white wolves are in hiding, Nate, what is the coincidence that one comes out of the blue and finds her way into Blue Villa.” “Or, she could have just been hunting for food and got caught.” “No, I asked around. She was traded.” “Okay, let me get you right. You feel something for a white wolf and decide she should take care of you.” Avan sighed. “It is more than that. She said she has no rank, but she has energy, Nate. Tough energy. She is lying.”

More pronounced this time. Thor grabbed my arm. “Senna,” he said, his voice low. “I think that’s a…” his voice trailed off. I finished the sentence for him. “A wisp.” The black shadow moved again. There was no denying it now. It was a wisp all right. Wisps were engineered for the games. I’d heard the horror stories about them. Shadow like beasts that hunted wolves. When they got close enough, they entered your body and went straight to your mind. They made you crazy. They made you kill yourself.

The light from above stretched their shadows across the floor, huge and menacing, and I swallowed hard. “Basement's not a great hiding spot, sweetheart,” Mitch said this time. I bit my lower lip, watching them through a narrow gap in the wardrobe door. Hans's shirt hung loosely over one shoulder. Honestly, I didn't know why he had taken it off, but I couldn't help admiring his body. I was already imagining what it would feel like to run my hands over it. I shook my head slowly, trying to snap out of it. What the hell? They're your stepbrothers, a tiny voice in my head screamed.

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

This was the Blackthorn Boarder. Back at Red Hollow, they told us terrifying stories about this place just to keep us from running away. They said the leader here, Prince Alaeric, was a monster. They called him the "Shadow Prince" a Lycan with blood so dark and powerful that he could crush a normal wolf just by looking at them. "If you cross that line," my stepmother used to sneer, "Alaeric will rip your throat out before you can even beg for mercy. He doesn't take prisoners. He only takes lives."