روايات وقصص ضمن Jewel Of The Shadow Web

My feet tripped over the splintered wood, and I fell backward into the room. The nursery was dark, the empty crib sitting in the center like a grave. I scrambled toward the spot Rowan had mentioned, my fingers searching for the loose floorboard. "Looking for this?" The Shadow-Weaver was standing over me. In his hand, he held a stack of yellowed, ancient parchment. He looked down at me, his face a mask of cold, calculating cruelty. "The map to the Moon-Well," he said, holding it over the small candle on the dresser. "The only thing standing between the Void and your little world. I think it’s time to watch it burn."

I almost regretted the words as they left my lips as the air dropped a few degrees and the shadows that coated his body flared. A wisp of the shadow floated from him, curled around my wrists and loosened my grip and he began to wheel me down the corridor to my bedroom. I bit my lips trying to memorize how the shadow felt on my wrist. Its hold was soft, yet firm, like a subconscious feeling. How was I going to recognize it if his shadow touched me in my sleep? He pushed my door open and dragged me through it, depositing my chair in front of a tall mirror I knew was brought in specifically for the wedding.

One can not touch shadow, but as my hand lifts, it deforms into the hand of a Black Death, a shadow grip around its neck and its eyes widen in wonder. Her head raises, eyes staring into mine, a deep dark oasis. a shallow gasp leaving its lips. As I stare into its eyes, I search through the valley, to its soul. There I see the slave girl, carrying a basket of dead flowers through the dark halls of the Night Court. "Haven." My voice is mixed with shadow and chaos, calling through time and space, through her shadow to her soul. She immediately freezes, a dark sensation crossing her spine, and the hair on her neck raises. She studies the flowers in her basket as they turn to ash, and then, slowl

"I don't want a fair fight, I want something more than that. I want the Dark Knight Pack to watch their Alpha crawl, I want them to see him choose a woman over his duty, and then I want them to watch me take both." He moved toward her, the needle glinting in the light. "— and you, Rebecca, are the perfect bait. A Luna who can't shift, a mother who can't protect her pup — you are the epitome of Kenziel’s failure." He grabbed her arm, his grip like a vice. Rebecca thrashed as the silver shackles tore at her skin but she was too weak, the serum was already dragging her senses back into the fog. "Don't..." She pleaded, her voice breaking.

“And terrifying.” ​“Do not look at the shadows, Cassian,” I warned, pulling him closer. “Look at the gold. Follow the gold.” ​We walked along the High Admiral’s thread. It was like walking on a tightrope over a bottomless pit. Below us, I could see the memories of the world—the fall of the East, the drowning of the South, the first fire ever lit by a human hand. They were all there, preserved in the silk of the Web.

My body, Cillian Veyne’s body, still hums with male sensitivity, cock twitching at the memory of last night’s chaos: Ardyn’s possessive thrusts, Kaelen’s obsessive grip, Zane’s needy begs. My fangirl heart’s screaming, I’m living the ultimate BL harem fantasy! But the Shadow Guild’s masked lord is still out there, and this artifact, a glowing obsidian orb tied to realm-shattering magic, has us on edge. Ardyn leads, his golden hair tied back, emerald eyes sharp as he unlocks the vault with a spell. Kaelen’s beside me, his hand brushing my lower back, that obsessive heat still burning in his stormy blue gaze.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.