Novel & Cerita Dirk Strider Shades

“We don’t have the number for that. I can’t risk the lives we do have on a maybe.” “Don’t worry too much. We’ll keep in touch, Gray. You know you’ll always have us as allies, no matter where you are,” Delia tells him, her voice softer now. I start walking again, making sure to walk in the direction of their voices. Their scents. Earth and sweet and spice and sage. As I get closer I hear a snap from underneath my foot, and look up to see Gray’s usual blue eyes flashing yellow. He blinks and shoots me a fake grin.

he explained easily, transitioning into another dramatic stretch right there on the dirt path. "Are you absolutely sure Lola Aida is the one who wanted to join? Because looking at you right now, it looks like you're the one who wants it," I teased, watching how intensely energized he was just from doing his basic warm-up stretches. Dominic simply flashed me a quick shrug before resuming his routine. I came incredibly close to spitting out a mouthful of my coffee when Lester suddenly materialized right beside him, dressed in an equally blinding neon orange tank top and black shorts. To complete his look, Lester had a jacket tied loosely around his waist and a neon green wristband proudly disp

Isolde brushed away the crumbs from his mouth with such care. The two of them looked so close, like they were in their own little world where no one else could step in. I tried to ignore the twist in my stomach and was about to walk away when a bunch of assassins in black jumped out of nowhere. I stepped back, asking them, "Who are you guys? What do you want?" The assassins looked at each other and then ran straight for me. Their hands gripped weapons with dark, poisoned blades—the same deadly poison that had hurt my dad!

The lobby of Sterling Global looked like a battlefield. On one side stood the Sterling security team—men in tactical gear with earpieces, as cold and immovable as the building itself. On the other side stood the Northern Pack. They didn't need gear. They stood with a relaxed, predatory grace, their eyes glowing with a faint, amber light that signaled their agitation. In the center of the chaos stood Ryder Blackwood. He looked out of place in the sterile, high-tech lobby, his leather jacket and worn boots a middle finger to the corporate world. Beside him, Juliet clung to his arm, looking pale and terrified.

Apparently, there were four Shade packs in the area—the Blackmoor Shade Pack, Night Shade Pack, South Shade Pack, and the Thornton Shade Pack. Each pack had their own family color of some sort. The Blackmoors were purple, Souths yellow, Thorntons blue, and the Nights green.

"I swear you were smaller this morning." "Hm, soon she will be too big for you to carry." Estrid smiled as she dusted her hands off on her green dress. "Pfft! Never!" Erik announced, blue eyes sparkling with joy as he turned to show off his sibling to the young shadows that pranced around him eagerly.

I look at his username. ObsidianShade. Well, ObsidianShade. I will take you up on that offer in a day or two. I close the browser and decide to give in for the night.

I ask, pulling my hand out of the pocket of my jacket. He shakes his head with a grimace. "Blood, Andi. I see a lot of blood," "I meant about the crime," Clearing his throat, he amends his answer. "Strangulation, bondage around the wrists, and a whole lot of gunshots," I nod. "Whoever did this was pretty pissed off," "I'd say way more than pissed off, but yeah," "Detective Smirnov," someone calls. I turn to see one of the CSI techs waving me over. "Could you take a look at this, please?"

Miranda said with a little sigh. “No, he doesn’t,” Lauren said. Usually she let Miranda’s statements pass by without an argument, but she couldn’t let that one go. Lauren had the poster with the cast of The Outsiders on it hanging on the back of her bedroom door, and she got a good look at Matt Dillon every morning. Tad did not look a thing like him. “He totally does!” Miranda insisted. “No way,” Lauren said. “Well, he’s going to be a junior and he has a Camaro,” Miranda said, as if this settled everything.

He blinked in surprise when he saw Shady clapping. Shady was still wearing the long white garment he had escaped with from the laboratory. It had bloodstains on it. He wore a straight face as he looked on. “Who would have thought the shifter hunter is, indeed, a shifter himself?” he snorted, slightly amused. With an ungodly speed, he ran to where Derik stood, spread his finger over his face and smashed his head into the car, shattering the glass. Derik fell into his car, broken glasses sliced his forehead, blood spilled. Everything happened faster than his eyes could process.