Novel & Cerita Christine Feehan Shadow Series

They had to get ready for their date with Raven, after all. She unclipped the chains that bound Shadow’s hands to his feet as they reached the passenger side of the Ferrari, and opened the door for him, before going around to her side. Once she had eased the Ferrari past the front gates, she removed her mask, which was a signal that Shadow could do likewise. His hair was sweaty underneath, with little curls plastered to his forehead, and his face was flushed. As was his arse, she thought, smugly. “Practise tomorrow morning,” she commented as they hit the freeway back to the city. Often at this point they were pulled over by the pesky Detective Callahan, but she must have been taking the nigh

she cuts me off. " Dream feels real. Like it really happened or it is going to happen. And, that woman named Minerva is not ordinary. She is a witch and known as the mistress of the shadows that was killed by her aunt named Cassandra or Felicity." she finishes for me “And, the doctor we saw earlier wasn't the doctor but a very special and important shadow named Colton who was the second in command of Minerva."

Perhaps that’s why the wolves inside me were behaving like lovesick puppies. It doesn’t matter though… No matter what happens, I’ll get my revenge on everyone, starting with Lady Hurst… It took me twenty years to prepare for this. I’ll make sure that the least they could do once I’m finished is to beg for their deaths in front of me. At the end, they wouldn’t even know that I, the final Shadow heir, the lone survivor of that blasted massacre of the pack they deemed as their long-hated enemy had already entrapped them…

She didn't have a name; she only had a purpose: Protect the child. While the "real" Robbin wept, the Shadow took the gun and killed the men who had murdered her family. While Robbin was a scared girl on the streets, the Shadow learned how to find food and navigate the alleys. While Robbin trembled under Jeff’s gaze, the Shadow learned how to sharpen a spoon into a weapon. It was the Shadow who had outsmarted Jeff, and it was the Shadow who had watched Shelley die on the night of the heist, recording the tragedy as data without feeling a single spark of heat.

But they weren't expecting us to come charging in the way that we did, so they scrambled to get to their posts and some luckily didn't make it that far before they were met with a wall of werewolves and torn apart. I then appeared in the kitchen doorway and the Shadow witch turned around to look at me and the other two witches stood beside her. "Geez mom. I thought you said that she was powerful. She doesn't look scary at all." One of the girls says. Okay, so these girls were her daughters. I guess that makes sense. Except for the fact that I didn't know what man would ever go near the Shadow witch. Especially not with the burns to the side of her face and her arms and legs. I guess that was

They had to get ready for their date with Raven, after all. She unclipped the chains that bound Shadow’s hands to his feet as they reached the passenger side of the Ferrari, and opened the door for him, before going around to her side. Once she had eased the Ferrari past the front gates, she removed her mask, which was a signal that Shadow could do likewise. His hair was sweaty underneath, with little curls plastered to his forehead, and his face was flushed. As was his arse, she thought, smugly. “Practise tomorrow morning,” she commented as they hit the freeway back to the city. Often at this point they were pulled over by the pesky Detective Callahan, but she must have been taking the nigh

“This is a strange, an awkward turn of event.” Chayan’s body was quivering, his breath was crushed by the strong gaze of the lazy eyes in front of him. Next to her sides, were the maid, the masculine army-looking dude and the face he was familiar with, James; the lord he was investing from the start. “Ah… I’m tired of talking.” Shadow stretched her hands to the sky and yawned loudly. The tears rolled down while she cracked her neck. “Why are you going so far just to accommodate your sister? She is the real betrayer.”

Veyra’s skin glowed like polished steel. They were ready. And then he came. The Shadow. A figure in a black hoodie, standing at the edge of the circle, he stood there like a ghost. Morwen turned. “You’re late.” The Shadow didn’t move. Then he spoke. “I’m done.” My heart jumped immediately. That voice. It was familiar, very familiar but a bit too deep and Twisted. “I’ve played my part,” the Shadow said. “Dropped notes. Stole hair. fed you with all the information you needed and even threatened her.But she’s not breaking at all. Instead she’s hardening. And I’m tired of pretending to hate her.”

"Panicking won’t fix this. We’ll handle it. For the first time in a long time, Sheryl felt something gnaw at her gut. Fear. Cael wasn't someone to offend. She could already feel his cold ghostly stare. Something was shifting. And it wasn’t in her favor.

“And top of that team is your woman. They call her Shadow, for her methods of killing are dark and she never leaves a trace. She also never misses her target. If we have Shadow on our asses, then we would have cause for great alarm.“ Riordan devoured the information on her, so sparse it was infuriating. Reported to have no parents, no familial relations, nothing else known about her at all other than that she was Aremin’s favourite protege. It was like she was born killing. “Mira was not her target, I was.” Riordan replied and Fellin’s choked on the water he had been sipping. “No way! Are you saying that Shadow missed?!” He asked excitedly. “She didn’t.” He replied.