A Shadow In The Ember Novels & Stories

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Ice asks. “A witch I met in New Orleans,” Bo replies with a smile. Seems like more than a friend to me. “She’ll meet you at the airport when you land in Portland. From there, it’s about a six and a half hour drive to Crescent Shadow territory.” I nod my head. Ice sees my face and turns to them. “Can we go now?” She asks. “Of course,” Gray nods his head. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day, you’ll need your rest.”

Ember immediately starts speaking Japanese as she seemed to understand these men better than me. *Ember* I stop tickling Damian as the shadows around us start to move. My body tenses up as I see katanas in their hands. Binx darts behind me. "Nope nope nope I ain't attacking them. I'm too young to die!" "I feel the love." I whisper.

Keegan could see her hands shaking though, so he grabbed one of them and held it in his. “Absolutely. I want to know everything about you.” Rubbing his thumb across her hand. Letting the sparks between them soothe them both. His eyes conveyed his sincerity and that was what was truly hard to deny. In a rush, Ember decided to try just this once to let someone know a piece of her. Hoping she was right and could trust this feeling. “Honestly, I’m running until I can find answers as well. I don’t know what I am. I have control over heat, fire, and smoke. I am trying to find out the truth behind it all as well. I was captured when I was young. How young I’m not even sure. I don’t know if I have a

Amino leaned sideways, waiting for the answer that he expected so much. “I-” Alberu opened his mouth. “I know.” Amino cut him off. “I know your deepest desire.” && “Ah!” All eyes turned at the voice. It was Shadow. She was inhaling contentment with a wide smile from ear to ear. Shutting her eyes and leaned toward the sky. Both of her arms expanded to the side while she was feeling the hollow wind that slapped her skin. The birds and the butterflies were coming down from wherever they were and now lined up in a circle while conveying the news that they found.

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

Shadows and light intertwined and danced through the bodies struggling on the bridge. Shadows? My heart lurched with fear and hope. Unless a member of Grey’s pack had gotten over there, it could have only been Ember controlling the shadows. What the hell was she doing here? “We’ll head to the bridge,” Grey said. “Make your way through the city. That bastard is here.”

The lock clicked, loud in the silence. The shower water burned, a desperate attempt to wash away the night. Ava scrubbed her skin red, but his scent lingered. She stared at her flushed face and wide, scared eyes in the steamy mirror. What did I do? Dressed, she avoided her reflection. The room felt charged, heavy with unspoken words. She couldn't face him yet. She needed time, space. Sunlight, sharp and bright, hit Lucas's face. Ava gasped, a tiny sound. "Damn," she whispered, rushing to the window, fumbling with the heavy drapes. She pulled them shut, making the room dim again.

I growled, my fists clenching at my sides. I hated the way the full moon made me feel: weak, helpless, out of control. But just as I was about to turn away from the window, something caught my eye. A figure, moving quietly—almost too quietly—near the pack gates. I squinted, my heart skipping a beat when I realized who it was. Ember. “Speak of the devil,” I mumbled under my breath. She was walking with her head down, trying to stay hidden, but there was no mistaking her. Her small body, the way her hair caught the early morning light.

It lunged toward her. “Emily!” I shouted. But she didn’t move. She raised her hand slightly. And the ground answered. A wall of stone shot up between her and the shadow. The shadow slammed into it. And for the first time— It reacted violently. The air around it twisted. The darkness flickered. Like it was unstable. Emily pushed forward. The stone wall cracked— Then surged outward. The shadow broke apart. Not gone. But scattered. Like smoke caught in a strong wind. The pieces pulled back toward the crack in the ground.