Blue Shadow Book Novels & Stories

“Just Reid everywhere. Reid with a fucking trophy, Reid with a wolf, Reid shirtless with blood down his chest. It’s like living inside the mind of an obsessed narcissist.” “Tell me about it,” heterochrome mutters. “He has an oil painting of himself in every room..” “Oh my God,” I mutter. Blue-eyes steps closer, squinting at me, eyes narrowing like she’s trying to see past my skin. “You’re not human.” “Nope.” “But you’re not a wolf either,” her twin says, sniffing me once. “You don’t smell like it. Not all the way.” I shift on my feet, feeling uneasy under their scrutinizing eyes. “Do you guys always start conversations by throwing knives and sniffing strangers?”

Blue says smugly We're all still bickering back and forth, laughing, when I feel Tamisra perk up, unsettled. Everyone else also quiets down, as if their wolves did the same thing. Then I felt it; I can't describe it as anything other than the air shifting, followed by a dull hum. I'm about to ask Tamisra what the fuck is going on when a black mist starts to float in the middle of the room. I have a good idea of what's happening when all the males and Blue get up and step in front of their mates. I push Roman away, who responds with a snarl, as a tall figure who radiates darkness materializes where the black mist is.

Her eyes have this shine as if it's giving her pleasure, hurting him. "Your chapter ends now, Tobias and you will rot in fucking hell." His eyes widen as he hears her speak something in a different language and I turn to Kai, who smiles at her. A bright blue light fills the place and I squint my eyes to see as Tobias burns alive and turns to ashes.

the abbot coaxes I blink slowly, and upon closer inspection, I notice the rock is a slivery blue not white as I initially thought When my attention returns to the abbot, I realize he’s still talking, “-And a child is born, when the moon is full and blue, the goddess will descend and bless.” When the power of the moon is at its peak. The blue moon, he mentioned that before, when he was going on about their study on how silver ones came to be, at that time, I imagined he was speaking figuratively when he said, the birth of a silver one is as rare as the sight of a blue moon in the sky, but what if it is not? I want to laugh but I bite my tongue, because I get the feeling if I were to start, I

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.”

When Nadir left to go to the portal that led to the surface, she came across someone that didn't want to see, now or ever. - Samael...- Nadir almost whispered his name as he rose in front of her - almost two meters tall, broad-shouldered, with long black hair and piercing, captivating eyes that changed color depending on his mood, from dark black to sea blue, all the way to blood red.

She was slightly taller, her skin looked more tanned, and her eyes that were previously light hazel but now, I couldn’t even place the color. Her features seemed enhanced. She sat beside me and handed me something, I looked to see that she handed me a book. I squealed in delight. Finally! Something to distract me!! I can’t keep thinking about murderers and mythical creatures! I’ve even forgotten that I’m human, at this point. I slid my palm across the smooth cover of the book and admired the cover. On the cover, read “To kill a mockingbird.” After studying the cover and tossing the book up and down, I smiled and looked up to speak to Eve when I caught her staring at me with a strange express

she said softly. She continued to see blackness for a few moments, and then it slowly turned into a light brown. The brown turn brighter, transforming into yellow light. A face of a young, white male was in front of her. He had pale-blue eyes. They looked hurt – and angry. It was him. A younger version of Alec Peterson. Hands. A white hand and . . . her hand were clasped together, but something was between them. It was thick . . . bulky. “I will always care for you,” she whispered to him. He released her hand. It was a square, white jewelry box. Layla gasped as her shoulders trembled. She felt like she was going to cry – or perhaps she was crying already. She felt a tear fall down her cheek

"I’m calling the Gambino family’s Don right now! Let him see your true colors—pretending to talk about business while trying to seduce someone else's husband! You're disgusting!" "I'm calling him now. I'm going to see him now and have him kill you!"

She disappeared, returning a minute later with what looked like a photo album. “What’s that?” I asked. “These are some pictures of weddings that we’ve helped outfit. Take a look through there and see if you like any of those color combos.” I took the book, standing with Cynthia by my side as I thumbed through the album. “Is it weird that I like the blue and black?” I asked. Cynthia shook her head. “Absolutely not. I love it. That royal blue is stunning against the black. I like it and I could see myself in a dress like that.”