Zattie Eusoff

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Would you fall in love with someone... before ever seeing their face?

If slow burns, single moms, comforting romance, and found family are your thing...

Welcome to SHADOW. ☕📦

SHADOW - The Man Behind The Screen https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1819548

The Elders had grown bolder in recent years.

Too bold.

They had begun questioning noble houses with little courtesy, probing into matters they once would have bowed away from.

If left alone, their reach would not stop at politics.
It would crawl into blood.
Into inheritance.
Into history.

And history, I knew, had a habit of bleeding when handled carelessly.

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Long had I dwelt within silence, seated before the dying hearth where the flames whispered only unto the stones.

Mine eyes were closed.

My spirit rested in meditation.

Then came the Clair.

Not as a gentle murmur.

Not as a passing breeze.

But as a rending.

It clave through flesh and spirit alike, seizing mine essence with unseen hands and casting it beyond mine own dominion.

A cry escaped my lips.

The breath within me was stolen.

Though mine eyes were opened, the world before them was no world of mine.

Mine body remained within the humble cottage, amidst the scent of sacred herbs, ancient smoke, and the elder forest that had hidden my dwelling through countless ages.

Yet my soul...

My soul had wandered.

Such visitations were not unknown unto me.

Never did they seek my leave.

Never did they bear mercy.

At times was I borne unto days yet unborn.

At times unto ages long forgotten.

And at times into memories so deeply buried that even the living had forgotten they were ever their own.

Yet this...

This was unlike aught I had endured before.

Warm sunlight fell upon my face.

Golden.

Living.

Human.

Then knew I that I had crossed neither merely through time, but unto another realm altogether.

Mine hand found the Moldavite that rested against my breast.

Faithful had it remained through every passing century.

Never once had it forsaken me.

It was the anchor of my wandering soul whenever the Clair sought to carry me farther than mortal reason could endure.

Slowly did the veil lift.

Before me lay a humble village within the Realm of Men.

Beneath the shelter of an ancient tree sat a maiden.

Fair was she beyond earthly measure, though not in the manner of queens adorned with jewels.

Nay.

Her beauty dwelt in quietness.

Gentle as morning light.

Yet within her breast stirred a sorrow so profound that the very air about her seemed burdened by its weight.

Grief.

Tempest.

A mourning wrought not from one lifetime alone, but from many forgotten ages.

She gazed into the distance as though hearkening unto voices unheard by all others.

Then mine eyes fell upon the stone that rested upon her breast.

My heart stood still.

Nay...

It cannot be.

The Moldavite against mine own flesh grew warm.

Then hotter still.

As though awakened from a slumber older than kingdoms.

And then...

Her pendant answered.

It shimmered but once.

A single emerald pulse.

Yet that lone flicker sent a trembling through my very soul.

Impossible.

No...

It cannot be.

I would have stepped toward her.

I would have sought the truth hidden within that single heartbeat.

But the vision suffered me not.

The village was swallowed by nothingness.

The ancient tree faded into shadow.

The maiden vanished as though she had never drawn breath.

Then was I hurled back into mine own body with such violence that the air fled from my lungs.

Mine eyes flew open.

The hearth yet burned.

The herbs yet hung from the rafters.

The old forest yet embraced my lonely dwelling.

Yet the Moldavite upon my breast trembled without ceasing.

"O Lord..." I breathed, clutching the sacred stone with a trembling hand.

For centuries had the Clair lain dormant.

Never had it borne me unto another realm with such force.

Not... unless the Wheel of History had begun to turn once more.

ALLURING - Between Two Realms https://www.inkitt.com/stories/1821032

Blue sheen moonstone carries feminine energy," I said. "Dreams. Intuition. Emotional current. It responds to the unseen parts of the soul."

Arjuna's expression hardened, but he did not interrupt.
"Tonight was a full moon," I continued. "The veil was already thin. Her emotions were unstable. Your presence crossed into her space, and she responded before she understood what she was doing."

His fists clenched.

"She was afraid."

"Yes," I said.

His eyes flashed.
"Then why did it grow stronger?"

I looked back at him.
"Because fear does not always close power, Arjuna."

The chamber fell silent again.
I let the words settle before I continued.
"Sometimes, fear opens what grief has spent years trying to bury."

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My blood runs within her.

Not diluted.
Not tainted.
Still thick with the love Dahlia and I once forged, before the world took her from us.

I let my only child bloom without me.
Without my voice.
Without my shadow.

And yet... what is mine was never truly lost.
After hundreds of winters, after centuries of silence...

She is near.
So close now, I can feel the echo of her existence within my own.

She does not know me yet.

THE ROYALS
ɘᴎilboold ᴎᴎYvAᴙ ɘHT ꟻo YↄAgɘ⅃

(Read it backwards. The Elders certainly did.😏)

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For the first time in centuries, I saw something beneath his stillness. Not uncertainty. Not fear. Recognition trying to claw its way through a sealed door.

"What stirs, my Sire?" I asked quietly.

The Nuummite in his hand pulsed once. Blue light slipped between his fingers. My breath caught. Ravynn looked down at the stone, his gaze sharpening.

"What is it?" he asked.

I lowered my eyes to the light bleeding from between his fingers.

So it had begun.

The old verse had found its tongue at last.

"The prophecy," I whispered.

The word moved through the sanctuary like a blade through water. The potion behind me stopped stirring. Even the smoke froze.

Ravynn's jaw tightened.

"What prophecy?"

My heart sank. Of course. Even he did not remember.

I looked at him then, at the royal blood standing before me with power in his veins and absence in his eyes.

"Not all things forgotten are lost, Your Highness," I said softly. "Some were merely hidden where cowards would not think to kneel."

His gaze darkened.

"Do you remember it?"

"Enough to fear its waking."

Silence settled between us. Then he held out the parchment.

"Send the summons."

"As thou commandest."

I bowed again, deeper this time.

When I rose, he was already turning toward the door.

Did you know I can use my crystals to bind your soul?

Did you know I can use my crystals to summon your soul?

Did you know I can read your energy and sense your intentions the moment I lay eyes on you?

Did you know I possess an aura unlike any other?

Do you even know who I am?

I'm Izzati. I'm the Heyoka Empath.

I am the mirror that reflects what you carry within yourself. What you see in me may simply be a reflection of who you truly are.

So, darling, don't think you can hide everything from me.

You may conceal your intentions, disguise your true nature, and pretend to be someone you're not.

But sooner or later, the truth has a way of revealing itself.

Fix your intentions. Fix your attitude.

And perhaps, fix that ridiculous ego of yours while you're at it.

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Inspired by true events.

Have you ever felt that every time you finally find a little happiness, something comes along and rips it away from you?

As though something doesn't want you to be happy.

HEXED
A Collection of Horror Stories

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Not every love story ends because the love disappears. Sometimes, two hearts remain close while their lives cannot find a place to meet.

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PROLOGUE

“What the hell?”

My shout tore through the entire house the moment I opened the door and stepped into our bedroom.

“What’s wrong, honey?” Reez called out, rushing towards me after hearing my shout.

We had just returned from Reez’s parents’ house. With the school holidays underway, they had practically begged us to let them “steal” the kids for a few days.

But the moment Reez reached our bedroom doorway, he froze.

“What the...”

“Reez, I’m scared,” I whispered, turning towards him.

He instinctively pulled me into his arms, one hand gently rubbing my back.

“Don’t be, Zattie. Let me handle this.”

I tightened my grip around him.

It wasn't that I was easily frightened, but whatever I had just witnessed sent an unsettling shiver down my spine.

“Come on, honey. Let's get you settled in the guest room first.”

Reez took my hand and led me towards the guest room downstairs.

I nodded and followed him without protest, but my mind kept replaying what I had seen in our bedroom.

Over and over again.

“Reez, how could this even happen?” I asked as I sank into the wingback chair.

My eyes drifted towards the wall clock.

11:45 p.m.

“I’m not sure, honey. Let me check first, okay?”

I looked up at him, searching his face for some reassurance.

He gave my shoulder a gentle squeeze before turning towards the door.

I watched him walk away until he disappeared down the hallway.

And there I was.

Alone.

With the image of what I had just witnessed still haunting my mind.

Something is shifting in Elaron.

And whatever is happening there is beginning to bleed into the Human Realm.

Chapter 27: The Collapse is where things start to unravel. 👀

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