Dr Julia Hoffman Dark Shadows Novels & Stories

In the forest, darkness overwhelmed, just the slight little piercing of the moon light through the leaves. At the top edge of a tree, where darkness hid bellow from the light above, Julian sat, with music booming through his Bluetooth headset. Irrespective of this, the sound of car tyres stretching from distance filtered it's way to his ears. Without hesitation, he jumped from the top to the ground and with extraordinary speed, he was in no time at the coal tar. A vehicle tumbled down with a leaking tank, smoking from the bottom. He made for the door but it was stuck, jammed. With little bit of strength applied he ripped the door open and pulled a young lady out. She was bleeding from her no

“You were behaving suspiciously.” “By pointing out your clouded judgment?” She scoffed and pulled off her mask, tossing it aside. Her blue eyes flashed with light. Her features seemed just a few changes away from Francia’s as she glared up at him. “Or for not listening to the bullshit I’ve been fed all of my life?” “Artemis—” “My name is Julia,” she said, lifting her head. “I’m no longer a part of Moon Shadow.” “Are you saying you’ve joined the vampires?” Candido asked and glanced over her.

The situation I was in helped me recollect my thoughts. He sat in the chair Marcus had occupied earlier, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers steepled in front of him. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an anger that made my blood turn to ice. Alexander Wolfe, the man behind the syndicate. The man who could make people disappear with a single word. He was terrifyingly calm, but his scrunched up face reflected the anger radiating from him like heat from a furnace. “Cassandra I presume,” he said, his voice low and measured.

“Okay.” Lucy looked over to Henry and realized he was staring at her. “Do you know that you are a beautiful woman Lucy? I could drown in your eyes.” Lucy kept eating but a smile crept on her face. “I don’t want to disappoint you Henry.” “Unless I say you have, don’t worry about it, I keep telling you we have all made mistakes.” “What mistakes could someone as sweet as you have you made?” “You may not be able to handle it, so be very clear on your wanting to know my dark secrets.”

"Give me the word, and I will physically dismantle the Kensington estate before lunch." "No." Zara's voice was a soft, freezing blade of absolute authority. She picked up one of the tablets. A massive, digital headline from a high-society publication glared back at her: THE SHADOW WIFE: WHO IS LUCIAN STERLING REALLY HIDING IN THAT TOWER?

His voice was low, vibrating with a tone that was hard to decipher. Claire wrenched her hand away roughly. She backed up until she hit the dining table, her breathing ragged. "What are you going to do at two o’clock in the morning? Kill someone? Blow up a ship at the harbor?" Julian did not answer. In the darkness, Claire could only see the silhouette of her husband’s sturdy frame standing frozen. The silence stretched on until Claire felt her head throbbing violently. The exhaustion from pressure at college, her new hours at the café, and the stress of facing Julian’s secrets had finally reached their breaking point. Claire’s vision blurred. The world around her seemed to spin slowly before

"And so is the old guard. You tried to burn my family from the shadows, but you forgot one thing." Matteo’s finger tightened on the trigger. "And what's that?" "Shadows die when you turn on the light." BANG. Julia fired first. The heavy round caught Matteo squarely in the chest. The old man gasped, his eyes widening in shock as his revolver clattered to the stone floor. He stumbled backward against the wall, sliding down into a kneeling position, blood pooling rapidly against his crisp shirt. Julia stepped closer, looking down at the man who had orchestrated years of betrayal, hits, and terror against her home. She reached out with her boot and kicked his silver pocket watch away, letting it

Darkness took him before he could stand. Julia stayed perfectly still at the balcony railing, phone pressed to her ear, the moonlight picking out the hard angles of her smile. She watched the foyer below like a viper watching its prey — slow, deliberate, eyes never leaving the pair moving through the hall. “Listen,” she purred into the receiver, “he’s tougher than I gave him credit for. Even doped, he shoved me out. Didn’t stop me doing what needed doing, though.” A low male voice hummed on the other end. “And? Spill it.”

The wolf who had once looked at her with disgust, who had rejected her without hesitation. And now? His breath hitched, confusion flickering across his features as he stared at the woman before him—not a broken Omega, not an abandoned servant. But a Luna standing beside her Alpha. “Selene?” Killian murmured, voice hoarse. She met his gaze, unblinking, unwavering. “Did you think I died?” Killian swallowed hard. “You disappeared.” “No,” she corrected smoothly. “I evolved.” The Alpha of Bloodmoon—Damien—stood at the entrance of the pack’s estate, watching her with unreadable eyes.

"You're... you're giving them to her?" "Let them think they’re winning," I said, a dark smile spreading across my face. "I want to see the look on her face when she realizes she’s been playing my game the whole time. Call her. Tell her you found them." Clara did as she was told. I listened as Victoria praised her over the phone, promising her a fake document to swap out. I looked at her. She was looking at me like I was a puzzle she couldn't solve. She didn't realize that in this house, the only way to survive a snake like Victoria is to be a bigger monster.