White Shadow Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

I awoke to sharp knocking on the door. I got out of bed and opened the door. My father stood before me looking distraught. “Father?” “Come quickly,” he demanded starting off down the hallway. I quickly pulled on some pants and grabbed a white tunic throwing it over my head as I ran to catch up. “What’s going on?” Shaun didn’t speak until we were outside and away from the Convent heading to the woods. “There’s been another witch murder, similar to the last, but her insides were removed. Is it something other than hunters? The first was definitely hunters. The other two have been brutal.”

and he nods while cursing, his shadows spreading. Cursed wraiths, black, smoky creatures with claws and flaming crimson eyes, hiss like agitated snakes as the ground cracks. “Fuck!” I yell, destroying one by flashing light at it. Dante's shadows slice a third, but he's slow and still injured from the vampire world, and Jude's shadows slam another, cracking the rock underneath. “Observe it!” A ghost swipes at my chest as Jude yanks me back and yells. Calix's laugh reverberates as my light burns it, but more come, and the fog is playing tricks on my mind, flashing images of my family members dying. "We are being screwed by it!" Jude grabs hold of my hand as I yell, our friendship getting stron

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

“You look like hell.” Enzo huffed a quiet laugh. “And you look like you haven’t slept.” “I haven’t.” His eyes darkened. “Nightmares?” She hesitated, then nodded. “I keep seeing it. The blood, the bodies… Diego.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel real.” Enzo leaned back in his chair, studying her. “It is.” She crossed the room, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Your men lost faith in you.”

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, a god awaited his bride—and Penelope, terrified and powerless, was being pushed toward him like a lamb to the slaughter. The Underworld pulsed with a life of its own. It was a place where shadows danced along the cavernous walls, and the faint hum of restless souls filled the air like a mournful symphony. The grand halls of Hades' mansion, carved from obsidian and veined with faint streaks of glowing red, emanated an eerie beauty. The torches lining the walls burned with blue flames, casting ghostly light across the smooth floors, which seemed to absorb sound and reflect only silence.

In silence, the two locked eyes. Suddenly Pauline let out a chilling laugh. As she turned back, a syringe needle appeared in her hand. “Don’t blame me! Since you know my secret and refuse to side with me, then you all must die!” she growled. “You don’t love me anymore! You’ve fallen for Mariah, haven’t you? If that’s the case, I’ll send you to meet her like the pair of doomed lovers you are!” Her eyes glowed with madness as she lunged forward, grabbed the needle, and pierced Chandler with it.

ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

It seems like I’m actually watching a real fighting scene in an anime. A mixture of blue and yellow light comes out from the hand of the man who told me I was ‘stupid’ earlier, while the shadow man has a black aura coming out of his body. But it’s hard to believe they were real. Magic? Ugh, it doesn’t exist in this world. “You’re right, Ashburn. You were just dreaming. You probably won't be hurt by what they are doing because it's your dream,” I said, convincing myself that these were all product of my imagination.

Lucas had been gone for hours, leaving me to the not so careful ministrations of Magda. The wart nosed witch who I had clobbered over the head with a candlestick. She was hunched forwards with a permanent hunchback and cloudy milky white eyes signalling that her eyesight was diminished with cataracts. She almost looked like she had taken a step out of a Greek mythology book and was actually one of the fabled grey sisters, who determined all living creatures fate. Perhaps she was, all myths derived from elements of truth. Any second now she was going to pull out a pair of rusty old scissors and cut my life cord into two. I held back a giggle at the thought.