Book Of Shadows Sasha Fierce Novels & Stories

“You’re the only child of the Zamoras. Neglected no doubt coz you’re a woman, you did all you can to make sure they’ll acknowledge you, so much so that you were the first one to have ever proposed wearing the shadow. It’s funny, I daresay. You were the first one to do such a thing, and yet you’re prowess can’t come closer to Dark—nah ah ah, Rachel, no can do!” A hand formed on Zephaniah’s shadow, which clenched so firmly on the raised arms of the anguish Rachel. Her lips were twitching as she glared at her trying to remove her hands from the shadow but it was nearly impossible. She screamed when the shadow twisted her wrists, her bone crackling as she cursed.

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

Even though she keeps saying no, Chloe was forcing it on her. Suddenly she was feeling a little sleepy all of a sudden as she finished putting on a sexy backless glitter party dress. She was getting dizzy and before she had closed her eyes she saw Chloe's evil grin. Steff was at the party just looking around for something unusual. A couple of minutes later, she saw some guys carrying what seems to be Sasha. She's had enough of this! Hurting people just for her to get notice is all bullshit. She doesn't care anymore! Storming to the second floor of Hades' mansion, she yelled at the guys that were carrying Sasha. Arya was there too guiding the three guys which room they should use. How cruel!

Blurb and Characters. Feisty, crazy and impulsive are the words that best describe Sasha Milton's personality. She is as the notorious leader of the school's most popular and problematic girls,"The panthers". They not only do they walk around school like they own the place, they also found pleasure in inflicting pain on others and are the biggest bullies in Clinton high school.

Sasha smiled softly, gazing down at the graves with a hint of sadness in her eyes. "I had a dream of them." Sasha said and Fiona's eyes widened. "What? Really? What was it about?" Fiona asked and Sasha shook her head. "I had forgotten what it was about but I do know that it had them." Sasha said she lied because she didn't want to disclose what she saw. She was asleep for a year and whatever she saw was actually or could be a dream and it remains with her. "Oh I see," Fiona said, not anymore interested in whatever dream Sasha had. They stood there for a while before deciding to leave. "Rest assured." Sasha whispered under her breath while staring at the graves before she finally pivoted on h

She was being harassed. Driven by anger, Natasha intervened and courageously confronted the guys. She reclaimed the girl's bag from them, bravely standing up to their menacing presence. The guys, taken aback by this female superhero, realized she must come from a privileged or affluent background. Fearing the consequences, they hastily fled the scene as Natasha's protectors emerged from various corners.With the danger averted, Natasha apologized to the young girl and inquired about her well-being. Although physically unharmed, the girl was left curious, confused, and overwhelmed by Natasha's mysterious and fearless nature. Natasha, still carrying the weight of her own sadness, advised the gi

Dark’s words suddenly came back to me, “You’re trapped here Sophia, somewhere in the confines of the Moon Shadow pack lays an unconscious body which will soon be surrounded by helpless souls with no idea how to wake their precious Moon Goddess.” “Shit!” I cursed aloud.

“Can’t wait for Vivian to switch to the ICU shift and rejoin me in this suffering.” Sarah was one of the first friends Vivian made, a cute girl with red hair and adorned with glasses. They first met when Sarah’s family moved into town and needed a new pack to join; their old pack had been decimated in a battle. Sarah was a bit shy and reluctant to make friends, probably because she had lost a few when she lost her old pack. That was probably her motivation to become a doctor. She was slightly older than Vivian, just by a couple of months, and after some months of isolation, she finally broke and started hanging out with some of the kids their age in the pack, mainly Vivian and Ty. With the S

I was the last, the final woman chosen for this dark sadistic ritual. No matter how many tears I shed or how loudly I screamed, I knew it would make no difference. I could see it in their eyes—this was my destiny, and I was powerless to change it. Asher stood before me, his presence looming like a storm cloud. He reached down, his fingers brushing against my wrists as he untied the ropes that had bound me, but I refused to look at him. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear, and so I willingly walked.

But the end of what was unclear. I searched the abyss and found nothing. Fear overwhelmed me; images started to appear one by one. Cleo, Prue, work, mum, and the last was Damian. Each disappeared as if they were smoke. Whisps filled the air and dissipated one at a time until there was only one left. The whisp from Damian floated across to me. It morphed into a guiding light as the ticking became faster. Something deep inside felt the pull; I needed to follow it. Step by step, one foot in front of another, I followed his light. It led me to a door in the middle of the abyss. The door stood solid in front of me as the whisp passed through it and disappeared.