White Shadow Nasty Stories Novels & Stories

It was quiet, peaceful. But in my vision, the silence was shattered. Dark, shadowy figures, cloaked in an aura of malevolence, swarmed the hamlet. Their eyes, glowing that sickly green, devoured everything they touched. I saw wolves, older, weaker, falling without a fight, their life force literally sucked from them, leaving behind empty husks that crumbled to dust.

“They’re not ghost stories. They’re warnings.” Grammy gave a single, firm nod. “Shadowcraft is older than the packs, older than even the vampires’ first kings. It’s a magic designed to unmake bonds, to unravel the tether between flesh and spirit. Whoever is using it isn’t just stealing your mates. They’re cutting them loose from you—like pulling threads from a weave.” A ripple of fear moved through the group. Even the hardened ones flinched. “And you’re saying,” Thorne rumbled, “that we’re fighting an enemy we can’t see?”

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.

The door to Marcus Wayne’s private room creaked open, and I stepped inside hesitantly. My heels clicked against the hardwood floor, a sound that felt deafening in the suffocating silence. The dim light cast long shadows across the elegant yet eerie room, with its heavy drapes and dark leather furniture. Every instinct screamed at me to turn around, to walk out of this mess, but I couldn’t. My boss’s warning echoed in my mind. "A favor for a favor is how things are run," he’d said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

Im so stressed that I seek solace to my little sister. Celiza and her little sister, Bliss, ventured into their secret hideaway—a hidden treehouse nestled high in the branches of a majestic oak tree. The treehouse, a sanctuary of their imaginations, was adorned with colorful ribbons and twinkling lights. Giggles filled the air as they climbed up the ladder, their anticipation growing with every step.

Clearly, this woman was casting a spell on me. “What’s the word on that coffee?” I asked her, smiling. “I’m taking a shower and enjoying coffee on the patio. What do you say?” “No! I want to drink coffee in bed naked, sitting around telling stories.” He stared at me. It was like he wanted to read something on my face. Maybe it was something she didn’t understand about me any more than I did. I had some strange feeling that had invaded my body from the moment she tended my wounds. What spell she had used then, I don’t know, but I could tell it was something new. Something I didn’t know how to handle.

I say, pushing the final sheet, which now contains full sentences that I had been working on, towards her. She leans down, frowning as she reads the heading. This was a language long forgotten… and although there are still parts of the passage that are too damaged to read, or simply not fully readable, it makes sense overall. “Shadow Wraiths…” Her heart thunders as she scans the page. “Shadow wraiths are subspecies of the wraith family… What on earth… they don’t exist.” “Are you sure?” I ask, sitting back and looking up at her.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee