Eminence In Shadow Claire Novels & Stories

The Floor is a cloud of chaos, rumbling like thunder clouds beneath me. My eyes remain unfazed, lost, steadied in front of me, for I am far from present and the creatures that surround me. Not when all I see is her. The single shadow that stood upright was only a few feet in front of me. It is the shape of a woman, and it is not hard to tell who. —Shade. Shade's shadow stands before me, as the rest pool around us. It is merely a black figure, with no dimension, but it is HER shadow, I know.

asked his reflection with a laugh. Leon hit the water until it splashed on himself, but the image was still laughing and Leon felt like he was going crazy. He covered his ears with both hands while screaming, trying to overpower the laughter. It felt like all the anger that was inside him rose up. He couldn't take it anymore. "Stop it!!" “Kill Claire when you find her. If she dies, you will be able to get out of this game alone,”said the shadow again. "Not!" exclaimed Leon.

“But so were Sheryl and Lilith.” A dark shadow passed over Cael’s face. He remained still, a little hint of annoyance escaped his usually unreadable expression. His jaw clenched slightly. Then, in an unexpected gesture, his hand brushed against hers, barely a touch, but enough to send warmth through her fingertips. For the briefest of moments, his gaze softened. Then he pulled away. Without another word, he turned and left the room, his movements sharp. --- A while later, the door swung open again, and Lucy came rushing in, followed closely by Alara, her midwife.

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

Amara The night air was heavy with rain and electricity. The villa loomed at the edge of the cliffs, its windows lit like eyes - too bright, too still. I’d imagined this place a hundred ways when Marissa mentioned it months ago - serenity, solitude, maybe even peace. But standing here now, it felt nothing like peace. It felt like a trap. Damian’s hand was steady on the door handle. Mine wasn’t. “Are you sure about this?” I whispered.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.

Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl." The Shadowridge Pack was one of the top packs in the region, and it took us great effort to convince them to give us this opportunity. The negotiation was crucial for our pack's future development as it could make or break us. I reminded him again, "Alpha Noah only gave us two hours for this meeting. If we..." Sabrina glanced at me with annoyance. "Does a lowly Beta like you need to tell the Alpha how to do his job? Who do you think you are?"

At ease, cancel the fire that was near her. The fire fell short a few meters away from her, hitting the sand, creating a sandy clag around her. “Oh, interesting.” Shadow shut her eyes and smiled. The other four took advantage of the situation and hid inside the clag. “Fire aura!” Samuel whispered as he rammed his fire hand towards the lord. “Too slow,” Shadow only turned her body to the side when she saw the attack head-on, “too predictable.” She took one step backward as she saw the changeable attack from above made by Mina.

message on her screen. ​"The phantom is ours, my queen," Adrian whispered roughly, his hand wrapping around the back of her neck to pull her forehead against his, his body still trembling with the raw adrenaline of the hunt. ​Clara smiled, her blue eyes flashing with an unbreakable, lethal warmth as she wrapped her arms around his tensed neck. ​"We just took the keys to the entire European shadow treasury, Adrian," Clara breathed against his lips. "The architects have no money left to hide behind."

He had dark and thick hair falling in loose waves around his face, giving him an evil look. "Fighting monkeys, means? Since when did monkeys start living around Dark Shadow Coven?" Pawn Clara asked, confused. Clara Jack was a Pawn of Dark Shadow Coven whose job was cleaning. She was the most special and beautiful maid there. Her long, curly hair cascaded down her back in a waterfall of golden locks, with bright blue eyes. She had a fire in her soul that refused to be extinguished, even in the face of the darkest magic. She spent her days cleaning the coven's chambers and preparing meals for the Moroi and Dhampirs who lived there, but her mind was always racing with ideas for how she could he