Christine Feehan Shadow Series Novels & Stories

Seraphina had been nine - Now, she was twenty-two, and the world knew her by a different name: The Shadow Siren. No one saw her face. No one knew where she came from. Only that she arrived like a shadow, killed like a shadow and left like she was never there. She was always cloaked in black and gold, her voice was rarely heard and her methods swift and merciless. In this world where demons wore human faces and walked among men— The Shadow Siren was a legend and a nightmare all in one. She was no ordinary agent. She worked off the grid, under a silent branch of the Division. No records. Just the name— The Order. Only the mark she carved onto her prey. A scythe, etched in blood always found on

“What do you need from us?” “Ahh, here’s the part you’re not gonna be very keen on,” Shadow said, his expression turning serious. “Your sister.” “Absolutely not!” I growled, taking a threatening step toward Shadow. Jake held up a hand, stopping me, but I could see he was boiling with rage, too. Shadow remained calm, holding his hands up in front of him. “Hear me out. Craig doesn’t know we’re onto him. But he’s paranoid, holed up in a secure location on the outskirts of town. The only person he might let his guard down for is Laura.”

The shadows on the far side of the hall began to shift. To gather. To grow. Lucian lifted a hand, his aura surging. “Show yourselves.” A dark figure peeled out of the shadows like smoke coming alive. Its face was hidden. Its presence was wrong. Another stepped out behind it. And another. Three. Four. Five. All cloaked in shifting black, no scent, no heartbeat, no emotion. The Shadow Faction. The lead one tilted its head, eyes glowing silver. “You cannot hide the girl,” it said. Fia whimpered and pressed herself against me.

My smile dropped at the woman who stood frozen with her eyes wide in shock, she was staring at nothing in particular with a mixture of sadness, fear, confusion but most prominently anger in her grey eyes. Her expression caused everyone’s smiles to drop; I took a step closer to her and placed my hands on her shoulders. I looked into her wide eyes and felt Shadow stir restlessly. ‘What is the Shadow? Shadow’s agitation was affecting me. ‘Mate!’ I was taken aback by her reaction; ‘Shadow, this is Tatiana not D-’ I cut myself off and swung around to look at Devin. I looked into his confused eyes and was met with grey eyes strikingly identical to those I stared into just seconds ago.

"Why don't I have a reflection all of a sudden? Is it the magic mirror?" "A shadow witch has no reflection because shadows have no reflections. They can't be seen in mirrors and so can't you. This me you are seeing is you from the inside. This is what we are." "Now, what is a shadow witch?" "Shadow witches are the darkness of the nights, children born from the energy of Hecate and Hades. They see things others can't see, they do things others can't do, they are like the bridges between the moon, the living and the dead." It sounds menacing.

She moved to the other side and took Xena’s hand, saying, “This is Xena, also known as the Fashion Master. She’s also Shadow from Black Den.” “Shadow?” All four men were equally surprised, especially Elliot. He did not expect Xena to be associated with Black Den. Hamish was shocked, too, thinking, ‘She’s Shadow?! Rumor has it Shadow can bring disaster to the nation, and no one can resist her seductive tactics. She’s quick-handed and skilled in mechanical design. Also, her whip is unstoppable.’ Hamish’s heart pounded after finding out she was a member of Black Den. He stood up and looked at her, asking tremblingly, “Xena, you’re Shadow?”

Finally, Quinn let out a sigh of relief. When she was about to turn back, she heard an eerie sound in the dark all of a sudden. “I didn’t think there would be two living humans down here.” Immediately after, a shadow appeared before Quinn like a ghost. Quinn screamed in fright and subconsciously shielded Chase behind her. Then, she looked at the shadow with fear on her face. It was a 70-year-old woman with white hair. She had a cane in her hand, and her face was covered in toxic patches. Her eyes were as evil and cold as a poisonous snake, making Quinn too scared to look into her eyes.

He wanted to help as he couldn’t bear to watch his Boss’s most dearest person beg… but he also didn’t want to help the person who made his Boss who was shining brightly like the sun, fall into the abyss of nothingness. Dana bought the warm water and towels. She stood by the side like a good assistant. Shadow wanted to help with the tubs, but his vengeful soul didn’t let him. He thought of making her suffer. How would he know that there was nothing more torturous for Dana than watching Ben’s lifeless body? Shadow realized that she hadn’t eaten breakfast nor had lunch till now as he walked past the bin and saw there were no take away containers. “Have you eaten?”

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

He was shocked at the power of the shadow and yet he couldn't attack it via normal means, he managed to pull the pillow away from her face and heard her breathing hitch, as she managed to take in the air to sustain her lungs. The shadow then turned his ire towards Matthias, stabbing him in the chest with a poisoned knife. Matthias screamed in agony as the fire of the poison worked through his system, before falling to the ground next to Emma. As they both lay there dying from the venom in their system, the door burst open as Katana and Viktor entered with brutal force. Katana had faced such an evil shadow once before and knew exactly how to stop this evil with a silent magic spell. With each