White Shadow Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

Concealed in the tall hidden wild bushes, I could not be easily seen and recognized with the dark shadows that were wrapped around me, down to the core, unless the lunar surface would be brave enough to shine its light to someone as dark as me. I could not help but give out a mischievous grin as I witness them become completely petrified and deathly scared as they had finally come to the realization that an important woman in their lives suddenly vanished into the thin air. I even muffled a burst of laughter when I overheard them forming a non-substantial conclusion that maybe I had managed to capture her, for the third time around.

The steam from his coffee curdled. ​"She found the hidden folder, Nora," the man whispered, his eyes darting toward the violet shadows. "She found the 300,000 words. She thinks I spent too much time perfecting your 'Soul' and not enough time on our 'Reality'." ​[GENRE SHIFT: DOMESTIC NOIR / META-VENDETTA.] [THREAT LEVEL: PERSONAL.] ​The Arrival of the Shadow-Author

A hidden secret. A forgotten debt. A dangerous obsession. ​Fifteen-year-old Elena leads an ordinary life in a quiet town, sheltered by her close-knit family and high school dreams. But her peaceful world shatters when her older brother, Alvaro, unwittingly brings a dark shadow into their home—his mysterious university friend, Gabriel. ​Unbeknownst to anyone, Gabriel is the ruthless leader of the notorious criminal syndicate, The Crimson Crest. ​When a misplaced handwritten letter exposes an ancient debt of honor between Elena’s military father, Roberto, and Gabriel’s family, Elena finds herself entangled in a high-stakes game of cat and mouse. Hiding the letters in the shadow of dus

It threads around the hex, digging between it and my aura, prying it away from my throat bit by bit. The binding fights back. Needles of black light stab into me—into my lungs, my ribs, my spine. Images slam into my head. Not mine. Blood on stone. A woman screaming. A man shouting orders in a voice I know and don’t know. Moonlight hitting a bassinette. Hands lifting a baby wrapped in something soft. A shadowed figure leaning over with eyes like cracked glass and a smile carved sharp and wrong. “Such a pity,” sthe shadow whispers. “All that power wasted on the wrong side.”

Dad grabbed the nurse, throwing her out of the room alongside himself. "Well-done, Emily, you have accomplished your mission." A sinister scent emerged, a wicked laugh echoing across the room. The once blue sky was now a mixture of black and white with the moon reflecting its radiant image. Wails filled the air as a ray of light fell from the sky, hitting a mountain on the other side of town. I groaned, wincing as my hand was scorched by the flaming book. The pages settled, words in red appearing on the pages. "Strigoi, Nosferatu, Jiangshi…"

The White Tide crown lay across the ravine behind us. It rose from the ground. The crowned shadow reached for it through Raiken’s body. I pulled the white wolf forward. Not fully. Just enough. Claws formed at my fingertips. White light spread across my skin. I drove my hand against Raiken’s chest. The shadow screamed. The pack recoiled. Black smoke tore from his mouth. It gathered above us, shaping itself into the false king. Shin threw his blade. The shadow caught it. Then laughed. You cannot kill blood.

One enormous book floating through the darkness of eternity. Its final page... Was still blank. Adrian gasped and stumbled backward. "What was that?" The woman looked directly into his eyes. Her voice was almost a whisper. "That..." "...is the last unwritten story." Before Adrian could ask another question— A deafening crack echoed across the heavens. The White Tree split from top to bottom. A wave of black shadows poured from the wound like smoke. The woman's expression changed instantly. For the first time... She looked afraid. She stepped in front of Adrian and whispered only three words.

It felt like giving up my last line of defense, but I forced myself to nod, shrugging it off and handing it to her. With practiced grace, she took it, her manicured fingers brushing against mine as she leaned in just a bit closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Relax, darling. No one here bites—" she paused, a slow smirk playing on her lips "—unless, of course, you’re hoping they will." A shiver licked up my spine, heat pooling low in my stomach. I swallowed hard, nodding again. She stepped aside, unveiling Fantasies. Dark wood, rich red velvet, and dim lighting transformed every glance and movement into something deeply intimate. Shadows lingered in the corners, both hidin

Years passed in the "Silence." The North Woods became a legend among the humans of Sector 0. They told stories of the "Wolf-Gods" who had once walked the streets of Chicago, and the "Shadow Queen" who had stolen the Sun. But the stories were just that—stories. The "Biological Truth" of the Thorne-Blackwood line had been "Archived" so deeply that even the most persistent "Readers" eventually lost the trail.

Jokes on me for asking a witch hybrid about happiness. “Your future,” Ginny starts, sounding wary. “You’ve got a shadow. It’s clinging to you. Even now. Do you feel it?” “What?” I look around. Everyone is listening to the seer’s verdict with rapt attention. The silence is deafening. It sets me on edge. “You don’t feel it?” “Feel what?” “The shadow,” she snaps. “A creature of the night. It’s got vicious eyes that glow red in the dark. A cold, unforgiving mouth, coated in fresh blood.”