Within My Shadow Chapter 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was the one who had doomed them all. My breath caught in my throat, and my chest tightened with the unbearable weight of it. I tried to move, to run, to save them, but my legs wouldn’t cooperate. I couldn’t scream. I couldn’t fight. I could only watch as everything I cared about crumbled to ash. And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, I saw the shadow. It rose from the ashes of the fire—dark, towering, monstrous. It was the Shadow Prophet. His eyes burned with an intensity that seemed to pierce straight through me.

I ran downstairs and made my way to the bar. I’d never drunk before in my life, but I threw back a glass of fire-whiskey, and the burn clawed down my throat and forced tears from my eyes. But what stung more than the liquor were those words, now seared into my bones: Andrew… had been part of it all. He was the one who held me in that hospital hallway, crying with me, whispering, “No matter what you lose, I’ll be your whole world.” But he helped destroy it.

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

She knew it already but her thoughts turned all true just when she heard a loud sound ringing in the silent cabin the next second. *DASHH* The loud noise followed, making her alert this time. Her doubts turned all true. She looked towards the direction of the sound, which was right behind her in a second and there she saw a shadow of a huge tall and bulky built hiding behind the shelves. Her insides twisted looking at the sight but she wasn't able to see the face of the invader properly due to the dim lighting of the cabin. Her eyes widened in fear yet she gutted back to step ahead towards the invader in order to start fighting off.

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.

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 tried to squirm away, but it was too strong. Now the darkness started to define—a figure beside me forming. I saw the eyes black as coal and felt the icy breath upon my skin. "Why me?" I whispered, trying to steady my voice. It only reached a shadowy hand toward me, which alighted on my forehead. My mind was filled with visions—of ancient civilizations, dark rituals, and forbidden knowledge. I viewed the world with the eyes of The Shadow and knew that I was but a tiny cog in its plan. And then, blackness again.

Marx could think of only one reason Sven would want to take such a risk. Cantamaniumheptaheram. He needed the Book of Shadows. And to use it... He would need to know shadow magic. Martha's head fell back and Nico went closer to her. He didn't touch, simply positioned himself in case she needed him. Her mouth opened and a wisp of black mist came out, followed by these words: In the shadows, you will find death In the shadows, you will find yourself In the shadows are the answers you seek But will the words, you dare to speak.

Her instincts screamed, run, hide, survive, but the bond shouted louder: stay, fight, belong. The air thickened. Magic hummed like an electric storm, invisible currents pressing against her skin. She could sense the Council moving, their whispers sharp, urgent—sensing the anomaly she had become. ⸻ Then the first shadow struck. Not a Council member, not an elder—but a ripple in the air, a distortion of reality itself. A creature, partially formed from shadow, erupted from the corner of the chamber, shrieking with a voice that rattled bones. Its eyes burned red, its form flickering like a broken reflection in shattered glass.

My eyes were glued to the computer screen while my sister was busy picking out her college choices. I was back! Reborn! Remembering how distant our parents had been in my previous life, I vowed to look out for number one in this life. I was determined to break away from the crazy, loveless family I was born into. I gave Jennifer Scott a chilly glance. "Make up your mind. I'm not going to waste my energy on you." Jennifer, all smiles, was heading off to a junior college in some small city with her boyfriend.