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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.

Aria says. "I wouldn't do it if I thought it was putting you guys in danger. Don't worry about it." I say. Suddenly we felt the building shudder. Like there was an earthquake or something. So we all got up but it was a quick shudder. Not like an earthquake. But then it happened a second time. We all ran out to the courtyard and Angelo ran out behind us. The shadow witch was out there throwing bolts of power at the gate to the mansion. "What the hell is this?" I asked Angelo.

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.”

I have never felt so powerless, well aside from when Percy and I fought. "I get it. I swear you're just like Shade." I rolled my eyes. "Is that the name of your shadow?" He asked me, finally releasing me. "Yes. What about yours?" I walked back towards him. "Echo. Although, you really shouldn't let others know your shadow's name. I only told you mine because you let yours slip. Your Shadow's name pertains to the ability they have. Each shadow has its own unique ability." Al began explaining something I didn't know again. "For example, my shadow is named echo because it can create an endless darkness around someone. So endless that their voice echoes. I am sure Shade could tell you its ability

With a deep breath, I felt The Shadows retreat to their usual place at my heels, their dark energy simmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be called upon once more. The Shadows had become an integral part of my existence, a constant companion that had been by my side for centuries. They were more than just a tool or a power - they were a familiar presence, a comforting shadow that followed me everywhere. I had grown accustomed to their silent obedience, their willingness to wait for my next command.

A formless face with dead, lidless eyes peering at her. She blinked and turned away. Discovered Harrow still by the window. “And how will your wrong feed this hallowed, hollow ground,” the shadow said, bending low, the lipless mouth parting in a glimpse of cracking fire and bleeding red. It was close to her now. “What will you pray, what will you say, when wood parts flesh and scrapes bone?” Harrow, she wanted to say but could not. The shadow by the bed stood, head tilted skyward. Its brethren dancing on her ceiling paused as if hearing some silent clarion call.

The voice didn't seem like I was to get any better but it sure had a promise that made my heart quake. The moon rises high in the sky, its silvery light creating an eerier aura, as the screams of a woman echo through the landscape. A creature turns its head attracted by the sounds of pain and fear as it rips through the veil between the living and dead. “The night of Shadow, the perfect night for escape.” Like the time when the veil between the living and dead is the thinnest, Shadow is the time signally the end of lightness and the beginning of darkness.

Rose might have been muttering too low for a human to hear, but Aria was an alpha wolf and her words were loud to her ears. “What are you talking about?” she asked, her brows furrowed as she finally noticed that Rose’s expression was down, “And what are shadows?” Rose lifted her head and tried to force out a smile, but she failed, it didn’t quite reach her eyes, “Think of shadows as the weaver’s equivalent of human assassins, except enhanced by the weave.” she replied, “They are a pretty small tight-knit group and are commonly called the dark side of the weavers.”

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

But the more I pulled, the more complicated everything became. At midnight, my phone buzzed again. *“The mirror shows what’s hidden. Look closer.”* I glanced at my reflection in the windowpane. The woman staring back at me was pale and exhausted, but her eyes burned with a quiet determination. Slowly, I moved closer, finger trailing the cold glass. And then I saw it — a flicker, subtle but unmistakable. A shadow moving just behind my reflection, a shape that didn’t belong. My heart skipped. ---