Lizzie Ldshadowlady Novels & Stories

Feeling around for something, anything that would possibly get her off of me, my hand came in contact with one of the tablecloths used in the dining. Pulling it, I quickly grabbed it, managing to wrap it around the lady’s neck pushing her off of me before whacking her head into the ground. Repeating it more times until she finally went out cold then I fell to the ground in relief. When do I get a break again?

It read. [Anna, full name: Anna Carol. Alice: An. Profession: Assassin for the organisation Shadow. Member of: Night Shadow Warriors Pack. Daughter of their previous alpha who died under mysterious circumstances.] 'Assassin and a daughter of an alpha. Now this got a whole lot more interesting.' Asher thought to himself.

“Her name is Remy, and she’s in my shadow.” “When you say in your shadow…” he drags it and I roll my eyes and stifle a chuckle. “I mean she’s in my shadow, merged with my shadow. I promise to give you a demonstration later.” I giggle at his confused look. He’s trying to picture it, I can tell. “Yeah, that’ll help.” Luna Daisy laughs. “You need to keep an open mind, King.” She chides softly “So, did she already have the name, or did you name her?” Richfield asks this time. This is new to him too.

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

I wasn’t hearing Laura. I was staring at the woman in the corner. She was staring back. And she looked at me like I was a ghost. ⸻ Elena’s POV I hated this place. The cheap perfume, the fake laughter, the desperate smell of it all. But business was business. The deal wasn’t done yet, but soon this club would be mine. A neat little front. Money in, money out, no questions. Except the second I walked in, some idiot staffer had sneered, “Aren’t you supposed to be getting ready for your routine at the VIP lounge?”

The Moonridge envoys arrived with the morning mist, led by a woman whose resemblance to Selene was unmistakable—the same dark hair and sharp features, but with calculating coldness her daughter had never possessed. "Lady Vera," Rowan said formally. "Welcome to Silverpine territory." "Alpha Rowan." Lady Vera's gaze settled on Mira. "And the infamous Luna. You've caused quite a stir across the territories." Mira stepped forward with newly awakened authority, Kane's defeat still humming in her veins. "Your message spoke of urgent intelligence regarding threats to my safety."

“Did the little orphan fall down again?” Sierra didn’t speak. Didn’t breathe too loudly. She just watched the trio with lowered lashes. They stood above her like hungry crows: Elara – The Leader: Pale blonde, perfect lips, eyes like chipped quartz. Always smiling when it hurt most. Gloria – The Shadow: Lanky, wolf-eyed, knuckle bruises, laugh like shattered glass. Patricia – The Echo: Pretty brunette, fake pout, sharper tongue than blade. “Maybe she’s waiting for someone to help her,” the wolf-eyed girl said, crouching close enough for Sierra to smell her sour breath. “A prince, maybe?”

"Sweetie, what's your full name?" Her mother's odd behavior didn't go unnoticed, but Lizzy obediently replied, "Mommy, I'm Lizzy Xia." Michelle blinked. The name was the same as a character in the novel she'd been writing just before she slept. The absurd thought that she might have somehow slipped into her own story filled her mind, leading her to question everything she thought she knew about her reality.

The man is about to kiss my hand but Shadow glares at him and he retreats from touching me "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amari, This is Becca, my wife," he says and I cringe "It's actually Lizzy" she whispers as she shakes my hand and I nod not knowing whether to laugh or feel bad for her "I hope you two get along," Shadow says and I nod. They walk away standing about 10 feet away leaving me and Lizzy standing together "Uhm you can sit" I usher her as I sit down and she nods sitting as well

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.