In Broad Daylight Book Novels & Stories

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

My vision blurred until I started seeing something else. ‎"Bring them out." ‎Perhaps it was because of the voice that I heard but I was readily pulled out of my reverie. I exhaled deeply and swallowed, trying to calm my palpitations. ‎The five doors at the corners of the hall opened and a train of people were led out of them, blood dripping from their faces and their clothes stained with self-same fluid. ‎Bewildered, I watched as they halted in front of us. ‎"Come out, Gary." Kiean began, taking off his wristwatch. The expression he wore was scary, devilish infact. It didn't seem like him.

Damian whipped around, dragging me tighter against him as dust exploded around us— And the lights in the building flickered and then went out completely. All we had left was darkness, blood, a hidden sniper closing in

It was completely dry, its thick leather cover pristine, its pages white and unblemished by blood or ink. ​But as Elara reached out a trembling hand to pick up the book, the headlights of the white sedan suddenly flickered and died, plunging the highway into a deep, absolute darkness. ​The quiet of the forest was broken not by the sound of crickets or rain, but by a slow, heavy, and terrifyingly familiar sound that echoed from the dashboard inside the dark car.

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

The wipers continued their relentless thump-hiss, thump-hiss. "Stay low," Enzo commanded. "If the glass cracks, don't look up. Just keep that book against the floor." One of the men stepped forward, a heavy flashlight in his hand. He began to walk toward us, the beam of light dancing across the sleet-slicked hood of the Chevy. He wasn't rushing. He moved with the terrifying confidence of a man who knew his prey was trapped on a one-way road. I didn't stay low. I watched. I needed to see the face of the "Old World."

Maddox just took the time to rush to the trunk and get his hunting rifle when he followed Gian across the driveway of a local family house. The front door was wide open, the wood on the door frame was splintered. Broken up. The moment he stormed into the house behind Gian, he heard a shot from the garden, followed immediately by a second. Maddox accelerated again and only marginally noticed the many family pictures on the walls in the hallway. He ran into the kitchen and immediately wanted to storm through the open back door, but had to brake, because right in front of the door was a blood-covered woman with blond hair, right next to a dead Proles - more precisely an Iuba.

I don't usually put content alerts but I thought it would be a good idea to include one here. This chapter may contain triggering content! There is abuse and hintings of rape. Please read at your own discretion. • • • The air was wonderful against my face. We were seated on the roof of an abandoned building with the magnificent skyline before us. Tonight had been a bust. Sure I'd been able to make enough to pay off the rent but I could still feel the strong fingers clutching my arm like a vice.

I am sure Liam sent him to protect me. I reached the loft. Kezia and Amy cowered behind the kitchen counter in the corner. The lights were off, but the sunlight poured through the windows. I crept closer to the large floor-length windows. Several brothers and sisters were out on the balcony with rifles. Clear shots rang out. More came from overhead in the bedroom windows. I crouched low and joined them on the patio.