Christine Feehan Shadow Series Novels & Stories

“Oh my goodness, I thought you looked familiar. Russ, this is Chloe Fisher, the girl who wrote the Shadowfall series! Her photo is up in City Hall!” The hostess’s face pales when she realized how incredibly stupid she was to stereotype us based on how we look. I turn, smiling broadly, and chat with the mom for a minute. She has a worn copy of the first book in the series in her car and sends her husband outside to get it. I sign it, take a photo with her, and then link my arm through Sam’s as we’re led to our table.

This was the behavior of someone used to operating in high level intelligence circles, or even the organized criminal underworld. "You’ve done this many times before, haven’t you," Claire whispered. Julian turned his head, looking at her with an unreadable expression. "I do what is necessary to survive, Claire. My world is not kind to those who are careless." Julian waited until every piece of fabric turned to ash, then poured water over the remains and washed them down the drain. He walked back inside and closed the balcony door tightly, as if sealing away a huge secret behind it. Claire felt a growing sense of distance from her husband. The love she held was now overshadowed by fear of who

“Do you remember the things you did four years ago?” My breath hitched. My chest seized. Those nights—the one I’d buried so deep it felt like it belonged to someone else—shoved itself to the surface, rotten and raw. “You wouldn’t—” I croaked. “I already have camera footage.” Her tone turned slick, triumphant. “Imagine your mother watching it. Imagine your sister. Imagine Laura.” My heart seized in my chest. I pressed my palm hard over it, as though I could keep it from shattering.

Her eyes glowed faint silver for a second. “Touch me again,” she whispered, voice layered with something dangerous, “and I’ll let my babies eat your hearts.” They scrambled away, sobbing. Aria stood in the alley, breathing hard, hands trembling. She looked down at her belly. “Mommy’s learning,” she murmured. “We’re going to be okay.” But that night, as she lay in bed tracing the stretch marks forming on her skin, a new scent drifted through the cracked window,faint, wolf, familiar. Shadowthorn. Someone was looking for her.

Sarah shook like a leaf under his thunderous voice, but she was in too deep to back down. "I'm telling you the truth, this person forced me to get an abortion! I have proof! Sir, you can't side with them just because they have money and influence!" "Fine! Just fine! Absolutely fine!" Patrick's anger flipped to a bitter laugh as he spat out the word 'fine' three times. "Well, since you're so sure of yourself, let's clear this up once and for all, right here at Saint Mary's Hospital!" He swept his hand through the air with authority and barked at the hospital staff who had hurried over at the sound of the commotion.

Not a question about what time it was. "Hour. Maybe more." His chest rose and fell. "Ash has the overnight feeds. Shadow hasn't moved on the city yet. They're still running forensics on the Tower site." "Looking for bodies." "Looking for confirmation." His hand resumed its slow movement through her hair. "They won't find what they're looking for." She pressed her palm flat to his ribs — careful of the wound, feeling his breath move through him. Outside the safe house's small high window the light was the particular grey of a city morning that hadn't decided yet what kind of day it was going to be.

She rolled her eyes. “The Moon Goddess?! Yeah sure.” Shadow scoffed. “If you ARE the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?” Shadow glared and Jen released a low growl. “How do you know our names? And how do you know about all our pups?” Jen snarled. Shadow had his arm around his mate’s waist. It wasn’t to protect her from Selene but more to keep her from pouncing on Selene.

Catalina Tonight was a full moon, the perfect time to send an evil shadow and the specter back to its rightful place--Hell. I had been mentally preparing for the task at hand all day. I wanted to believe that everything would go as planned, but something was gnawing at my insides, and I couldn't put my finger on it. We had a solid plan in place, with two backups. What were we forgetting? I spent the night before reading everything I could find on evil spirits and other supernatural creatures. I knew these weren't the source of my uneasiness, but I was determined to cover all bases. My mind kept returning to an image of Bex. Was she somehow involved in this? Because the shadow didn't appear u

Shadow said for Maria to shake her head. "yes, but he still blindly believes she's alive. I want him to see the corps so he can feel what I felt shadow" Maria said sighing... "Then let's kill her and end this" Shadow said for Maria to smirk... “I want her to die so slowly not noticing her life is living her shadow. Killing her won't give me satisfaction because anytime I see her, I feel joy. After all, her medication is not working because of the portion that is being added to her tea." Maria said smiling before she went back to shadow and push him down,