Lingering Shadow Novelas e Histórias

And this relative failure… this precarious survival… The shadow has a face. And I will find it. Before it comes closer to my door. Before that poisoned breath reaches my own home.

Her feet left prints in the frost. It's dying, she said again. You don't have to forgive it. But you should hear what it has to say. Before it's too late. The shadow's red eyes flickered. And if I refuse? Then you'll spend the rest of eternity wondering what it would have said. Luan stopped ten feet from the shadow. I know what that's like. Wondering. Regretting. Wishing you had done something differently. It's worse than hunger. It's worse than death.

"He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It is an apex hunter tracking a specific frequency." With a swift swipe of her thumb, she activated the sync-pad. A translucent blue holographic map of the high northern ridges bloomed into life above the scarred oak table, casting a cool azure glow over their faces. Several tracking nodes along the outer perimeter were blinking with erratic fading gray signals. Liam leaned over the map, his massive frame effectively blocking the ambient chill of the room

I’m answering prayers they’ve yet to pray. For weeks, Lucky did this. Slaughtered, testing her limits and feeding her revenge, safe under the anonymity of her shadow. Killed, never eating, rarely drinking, the shadow giving her what she needed to survive if she would give it what it craved: the experience of a life ending. The shadow relishing the confused panic of these strangers as they realized this was their end. Those final moments of heartbreak and regret for all they were losing. Family, friends, dreams. The sweet simplicity of the stranger’s last breath. She and her shadow grew closer. And she learned.

“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.

She could still feel her body tremble. The dream felt so real to her, she could still feel his rough hands on her body. Right now finding Bruce was the only hope she had left to free herself from Nick’s allegations and if he turns out dead it will mean her end. Given a choice she would rather face jail than to end up in Nick’s hands. ‘Honey, whatever you were dreaming at this time of the night, we could hear your screams as far as our bedroom. Would you like to talk about it.’ Lora asked sympathetically

My family has been long members of the council, and as if it was some kind of inheritance, the responsibilities were passed on to us. The Council of the Moon Shadows were meant to protect, not hurt anyone. “How much do you know about the council, Ethan?” Alaric asked as his eyes, like Izobel’s color, which is golden yellow flickered from Zena to me. I shook my head and smirked. “Come to think of it, Nolan and I never really take all those stories seriously. We don’t know much.” I groaned and turned my gaze to Alaric. “I know you don’t trust me that’s why you wanted to erase my memories. But I also want to know what I’m dealing with. I feel blind walking in the dark.”