Sombras de Obsesión: Saga de Sombras, #1

By Fabiana Osorio

⛤⛤⛤⛤The line between love and obsession is as thin as the edge of a knife⛤⛤⛤⛤

In the darkest corners of the multiverse, where portals intersect and realities blur, there exists a forbidden place: The Hall of Mirrors. There, destinies reflect upon polished surfaces, and hearts are torn between light and shadow.

Lysandra, a sorceress with enigmatic eyes and ebony hair, has devoted centuries to seeking a man she knows only by his shadow. Her obsession has driven her to open portals in every corner of the cosmos, leaving a trail of destruction in her wake. Each life that crosses her path is sacrificed in her insatiable quest.

But what Lysandra remains unaware of is that the King of Magical Creatures also seeks her. His skin bears ancient runes, and his heart beats to the rhythm of darkness. He has witnessed civilizations rise and fall, and his power is immense. Yet, his sole weakness is the woman who pursues him.

Lysandra and He are destined to meet, but their paths are woven with threads of betrayal and secrets12

This is a captivating tale of love, obsession, and cosmic intrigue! The Hall of Mirrors beckons, and the fate of Lysandra and the King hangs in the balance

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fabiana Osorio
• Release date: Apr 3, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224730087

Fabiana Osorio

⛤⛤⛤⛤Karol Fabiana Osorio: a weaver of words, an enchantress of tales. Her pen dances across the realms of imagination, tracing paths of enigmas and wonders. At 21 years old, Karol has woven a literary tapestry that transports us to worlds where stars whisper secrets and trees harbor ancestral memories. From her home in Colombia, Karol immerses herself in the ink of books from an early age. Her eyes sparkle upon discovering new universes, and her heart beats to the rhythm of adventures that exist only between the pages. In her mind, dragons take flight, fairies weave spells, and heroes face epic challenges. Karol Fabiana Osorio is more than an author; she is a dream narrator. Her stories lead us to enchanted forests, floating cities, and unknown dimensions. Each word she writes becomes a portal to the unexplored, and every character she creates lives within the hearts of those who read her works. En su escritura, Karol mezcla la magia con la realidad, como si las estrellas se reflejaran en los charcos de lluvia y los suspiros se transformaran en cantos de sirena. Sus lectores se convierten en cómplices de sus viajes literarios, compartiendo risas, lágrimas y asombro. Así que, querido lector, cuando abras uno de los libros de Karol Fabiana Osorio, prepárate para cruzar umbrales, desentrañar misterios y perder el aliento en mundos donde la fantasía se entrelaza con la vida misma.

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Chapter 1

Five years ago, I woke up in the Hall of Mirrors. The darkness enveloped me like an old friend, and my mind was torn between confusion and urgency. I didn't remember my past, not even my name. Just the shadow.

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My eyelids rose slowly, as if glued together by centuries of sleep. The first sensation was the cold. A cold that seeped into my bones and reminded me that I was alive. Or so I thought.

My eyes detailed that place: everything was a labyrinth of reflections. Antique mirrors, with carved frames and polished surfaces, lined the walls. Each one showed a distorted version of myself. In some, my hair looked like a cascade of shadows; in others, my eyes shone like amethysts. But they all had something in common: that shadow.

I saw her for the first time in the central mirror. He was a tall man, with dark hair and green eyes. His figure seemed ethereal, as if he did not belong to this world. But what struck me the most was his look. A look that pierced me like a poisoned arrow. My body, as if it were a spell, began to walk towards him. I was not afraid; It was as if my bones recognized him.

Who are you? - I asked, but he didn't answer. He just watched me with an intensity that made my blood run cold. Was it a specter? A guardian of the portals? I didn't know it, but something about him attracted me like a magnet. His eyes watched me in each of these mirrors, and mine followed his gaze.

In another mirror, my skin was pale, as if the moon itself had caressed it. Small bruises adorned my hands, as if they had been chained. When my body tried to stop completely, my chest hurt, as if the very air had left there. But a strange burning sensation made me stop thinking about it. A spiral-shaped mark on my left shoulder accompanied me, as if it were another collection of my body. My hair was long and silky, like a midnight cloak. Each strand seemed to catch the starlight. I wore it loose, falling in waves to the middle of my back.

My eyes, however, were the most unusual. Of an intense lilac color, like bright amethysts. The duality of my nature was reflected in them, as if they were a mystery and a danger. She was no ordinary woman. It was something else, something he couldn't quite understand.

I can't say much about the shadow; She obsessed me from that day. I didn't know who she was or why she was chasing me. In each of my dreams I found her eyes watching me. Sometimes I heard her voice. My dreams were looking for him, but I felt a visceral desire to find him. And when he did, he wouldn't leave anyone alive. Obsession would be my food, my reason for existing.

This is how my search began. I went through one of the portals and left a trail of death as I entered. The people and beings in that place trembled before my presence, and I smiled cruelly. There were no limits to my bloodlust. There was no mercy in my lilac eyes.

Who are you, shadow? Why are you chasing me? Questions echoed in my mind as I continued my path into the darkness. The Hall of Mirrors was calling me again. The portals flickered, and the golden thread that linked us shone brightly. Why was my obsession dragging me towards those shadows? The second chapter was about to begin, and the worlds would intertwine once again.

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Are you ready to cross the threshold?

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Episode 2

I don't want this to be about me, but...

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The streets of White London are like frozen veins. The air smells of humidity and secrets that are buried under the snow. The houses, tall and narrow, lean towards the pavement, as if they wanted to whisper their own mysteries.

My steps echo in the deserted streets. My dark hair is tangled with snowflakes, and my eyes observe everything around me. During the cold season, which is always, I wear a black velvet cape that covers my face. She is my only companion in this icy world. She marks it on my left shoulder, the ancestral spiral, beats like an ancient heart. I've been searching for some time why that mark beats as if it were my own heart, but my doubts have not been resolved.

As I walk the wide, snow-filled streets, the creatures are as varied as the reflections in mirrors. The werewolves are like the castoffs of this place; They always lurk in the alleys, and their yellow eyes shine with hunger. The forgotten ones, who are found everywhere, no one knows their names and they are not even noticed, but I do observe them. His desire to exist is greater than anything. And then there are the ghosts, souls trapped between worlds, whose cries are like the wind that sneaks through the cracks of the houses, frightening the little children who still live in these streets.

By my side, while my eyes continue structuring the streets, is Cael, my faithful companion in misadventures. His presence comforts me, but it also causes me a restlessness that is dangerously seductive. Those dark eyes, full of secrets and complicity, watch me with an intensity that makes me burn inside. The look on his face is as if he carries thousands of demons on his back, as if he is always on the defensive. Many times I have observed him looking at me.

—What do you think, Lysandra? —Cael asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. I look at his smile, creating forbidden sensations in the deepest part of my being.

I'm just thinking about finding that shadow... I lie quickly, and I know that he's watching me right now. That's why I prefer to keep my eyes on the horizon.

—Maybe you should rest a little. You've been hunting all night, Cal suggests, his voice so sweet it's not believable. His presence wouldn't make you believe those words were coming out of his mouth. I watch as he moves closer to me, as if he wants to share the weight of my obsessions.

I can't rest until I find what I'm looking for, I say, feeling desire and frustration intertwine inside me. I take out the knife that I have in my cloak; Despite using my magic, I feel better killing them with my bare hands. This time I place it in my boot and continue walking, wanting to reach the tavern that has so many times calmed my own demons.

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After five minutes of silent walking, we stop in front of an old tavern. It is the perfect place to get lost in the darkness and forget our worries for a moment. Cael opens the door and invites me in like the gentleman he has been all these five years. My gaze locks on his, and before crossing the threshold, I turn sharply towards him, with a determination that surprises even myself.

—Cael, do you remember how we met? —I ask him, I feel my gaze loaded with promises and dangers.

-Of course I remember. It was a night like this, full of mystery and magic, Cal answers, getting even closer to me, until I can feel his breath on my skin. I feel how he gives me goosebumps, how my skin hails him. You left that place wrapped in a white dress full of blood. The truth is, people here are used to many atrocities. If they didn't think it was anything to see a girl covered in blood, that's why I ran out to help you and healed you for days," she tells me with a whisper close to my lips.

—Since then, you have been my ally, my accomplice... —I whisper, closing the distance between us until our lips almost touch. I watch as he swallows, as his jaw clenches with the same sensations I have right now. Her eyes fill me with experiences only experienced by the deaths I cause.

And you have been my greatest temptation, Lysandra, Cal murmurs, capturing my gaze with his, intense and deep as the abyss. My center warms up and, although I see something else in his eyes, I take a step back, but even so, the distance I give does not prevent the rubbing of our lips.

—Why are you helping me, Cal? —He murmured. These doubts sometimes don't let me sleep. My eyes wander, watching behind him, how the stars twinkle in the sky and the moon reflects in the puddles on the street. What do you gain from all this? —I tell him, returning my gaze to his eyes.

Cael shrugs, his smile tilts, and then my heart begins to thunder. How I love that man's smile.

—Let's say I have my reasons. Besides, it's not every day you find someone like you, Lysandra. Someone who can see beyond what others see.

I frowned, walking a little further away. My head won't stop thinking. What did he mean by that? What did he see in me that others didn't?

But Cael didn't answer the questions in my head. Instead, he moved closer, his fingers brushing my cheek so close to touching me that all I can think about is how to get rid of Cal without leaving traces. How can this man provoke so many sensations to the point where he wants him dead? He is my ally, yes, but I don't even trust myself, and that's bad enough.

His fingers begin to trail down my chin, gripping my jaw tightly. I remain motionless, suspended in the air, with time and space playing with me. The electricity in my core begins to build and my sanity fades. Her grip tightens and she begins to move her lips towards mine. During these years, Cael had never done this, which made him change his mind. I'm not sure, but it makes my eyes start looking around urgently, like I'm afraid someone will see what's going to happen. And there, in that moment, I saw those green eyes that surround me, which are always stalking me. His eyes look at me with menace and power, and with a single nod of his head, he reminds me that I cannot allow myself to fall into temptation.

With one last sigh of frustration, before Cael touches my lips, I turn away from him and cross the threshold of the tavern, leaving him behind. I know he is very angry, but he knows that I care very little how he is going to feel because I rejected his kiss. When I turn to look at his frustration, his eyes look at me with hatred and desire. And I know that in those gray eyes there is a promise that at some point he will kiss me no matter what. And the truth is, I believe all the promises he can make.

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Chapter 3.

Revenge is the poison we drink waiting for the other to die.

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As my gaze wandered around the tavern, studying every being that coexisted here, the door to the tavern creaked open. My eyes darted to that sound and the door. An ethereal being entered, his translucent body glowing with a cold light. He was an Umbrae, one of the nine demons that inhabited the London Four. I knew him so well. He always fed on human emotions and could change form at will. He was one of the demon king's damn lackeys. That name gives me chills.

The king of demons, no one knows what his true form is like. No