Joel Ldshadowlady Novels & Stories

Emma and his shifter allies sprang into action, engaging in a fierce battle with Selene's supporters. Emma, who had been training with Lukas and his allies, showed impressive skill, using her wits and agility to hold her own against the shifters. She fought alongside Lukas, their movements in sync as they worked as a team, protecting each other and taking down their opponents with calculated precision.

“Okay, I have a place in mind I’d like to start from. It’s in the woods, and trust me when I say you’re going to love it.” “Great,” Shadow exclaimed. “Even though it’s a small pack, legend has it that the Moon Goddess herself dwells within these woods. Is that true?” Shadow asked, his tone exuding absolute excitement. “Yes, you heard right,” I replied. “And I’m more than happy to take you—” “Shadow, didn’t you say you were going to visit your friend—the new friend you made at the collaboration ceremony?” Jonah interrupted out of nowhere with a faint cough. Shadow looked clueless and lost, trying to figure out who this supposed new friend he had figuratively made was.

The moon hung low and blood-red over the jagged peaks of the Highlands. The wind whispered through the twisted branches, carrying secrets from the past and warnings of the future. In the cold shadows beneath a crumbling archway, a figure moved like smoke silent, unseen, and deadly. Her eyes glowed faintly, reflecting the firelight from the distant pack camp far below. Her name was Liora. She was the Shadowborn chosen, a guardian of ancient magic and dark truths buried long before the first bond was made.

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.

She looks at me solemnly, not at all surprised by my question. "Please, I need to know. I need to try to at least keep myself safe," I tell her. "Don't you think it would be nice to get out of this mess?" I ask her. She seems to think about it for a moment before she replies. "It's called the Shadow Farm," she tells me. "The organization I work for. I don't know why, but they're after your life. And there's no saying who they'll send next if I don't do it myself."

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

Jennifer's voice was tinged with hysteria as she shouted, "It's not true! What can a few chat logs prove anyway? They're fakes! He's trying to smear my name!" The cop's face was all business as he replied, "We've checked the chat logs with tech. They're legit." However, my parents were not ready to give up. "It had to be Ella. She must've lured Nelson into taking those shots, setting Jennifer up to take the fall!" I turned to my parents with disbelief. "So what you're saying is, the girl in those pictures isn't Jennifer? It's supposed to be me?" "Ridiculous," my dad snapped. "I'm your father. Don't you think I'd know my own child?"

She rolled her eyes. “The Moon Goddess?! Yeah sure.” Shadow scoffed. “If you ARE the Moon Goddess, prove it.” Shadow demanded. Selene glared at Shadow and huffed. “Shadow and Jennifer Collins. How are your pups?” she asked. “How are Spyder and Spencer? Isn’t their mate expecting along with her cousin?” Shadow glared and Jen released a low growl. “How do you know our names? And how do you know about all our pups?” Jen snarled. Shadow had his arm around his mate’s waist. It wasn’t to protect her from Selene but more to keep her from pouncing on Selene.

“And oh, include the level of your shadow and the type.” Z’s eyes widened. She stared at Sloane with disbelief, as though she’d gone mad, as though she’s a talking corpse. She could lie, of course. However, she knew very well that’d be a risky business. What if they asked for proof of her statement? What if they demand to see her shadow? She closed her eyes, biting her lips so hard. ‘This is such a mess!’ “Right! I’ll go first.” Sloane smirked. “I know you’ve heard of me, but I’ll introduce myself for formality. The name’s Sloane. I’m a fifteen-year-old powerful and intimidating Shadowest from Beththorphe Empire.”

' 'The Westland Hotel'. Joel was already rushing off to her disappointment and displeasure but she consoled herself with the belief that he would soon come home disappointed and grieving for the loss of his love and she would be waiting like a good friend to console him. 'Before you go, Joel, there is something you must know'. 'And what is that?' he asked impatiently, already opening the door'She is not known as Mirabel there. She is known as Shandy I do not know why but she chose my name to be her alias there'.