Long Shadows An Amos Decker Novel 7 Novels & Stories

Lorenzo calmly, methodically faced down Amelia Van Arlen. All around them, the deafening roar of automatic gunfire echoed continuously off the concrete pillars. The elite tactical units of the Shadow Wolves were locked in a brutal, close-quarters battle against Amelia's remaining vanguard mercenaries. Thick, acrid tactical smoke filled the air, and broken crystal from the shattered chandelier crunched loudly beneath their heavy boots. Amelia smoothly drew another sleek, silver-plated pistol from her interior pocket, her eyes wild with manic determination. "You should have run while you still had your private army to cover your retreat, Lorenzo."

“And I’ll keep reminding you, day after day, that no shadow from the past can touch us if we hold onto each other.” As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long golden streaks across the city, Amara felt a quiet sense of triumph. The peace they had was indeed tenuous, delicate as spun glass, but it was theirs to nurture. And even if shadows from the past tried to creep back into their lives, she knew that their bond, their love, and the support of unexpected allies would withstand whatever storms came their way.

Alexander's POV I sat in my car outside Willis's office building at 9 PM staring at my phone and the message from James about Richard's private letter. The building was dark except for a few windows on the upper floors where associates worked late on cases that couldn't wait until morning. Willis's office was on the fifteenth floor and I knew he kept late hours because Richard used to joke that the man never slept. I got out of the car and rode the elevator up, my stomach twisting with something that felt like dread mixed with anticipation.

The crescent scar glowed through my shirt like a quiet moon and then subsided, as if promising to wake when it was again needed and not a second before. Ronan is still out there. The cameras will come back with cheaper eyes. Men who like rules more than people will raise flags over hallways that don’t need them. We will count fenceposts. We will fight and forgive and do the ugly work of making law useful. Orion will decide again, and again, until his name sits easy. Edda will carry water until she knows it weighs more than shame. Jasper will be bored when the hall committee argues about where to put the windows and that will be the best day either of us will have had in years. The shadows wi

He pointed toward the edge of the woods, where the light of the setting sun cast long, distorted shadows. "Mama," Cian said, his voice trembling. "One of the shadows... it's not following the sun." I looked. Near a cluster of pine trees, a shadow was walking toward us. It was the shadow of a man in a crown, my father. But he wasn't alone. Attached to his shadow’s hand was another, smaller shadow. It was a shadow with three arms. The Librarian's failed creation. The shadow of my father didn't speak. It simply pointed toward the "New North" we had just printed. And in its other hand, it held a New Ledger.

For the first time in my life I knew I was about to lose someone again and I could not stop it. I looked at Rain standing there while Aaron moved toward her, and suddenly my body felt cold. Then everything changed. Darkness crept into the clearing. The ground beneath us trembled violently as black shadows spread everywhere like smoke crawling across the earth. Rain gasped. Aaron instantly stepped back. My eyes widened in shock. Shadow wolves - Kade's Shadow wolves. These creatures made entirely of darkness started slithering out from the shadows around us. Their glowing eyes locked onto Aaron instantly as low growls filled the clearing.

He didn't move I walked closer, the spotlight following me. "Daddy, please. Turn around, it's me." Still nothing. Finally, I got to him, and reached out. But just as my fingers brushed his shoulder, he began fading away. "No, no, no, no!" I gasped, moving to his front. His eyes looked empty, and he shook his head gently. "You trusted the wrong man, Amore." I gasped awake, my hand clutching my chest as I tried to steady my breathing.

Chapter Eighteen — Fires in the Shadows The air in Palermo was heavy with the scent of smoke and salt, the moon casting a silver sheen over rooftops slick from the night’s rain. The city seemed still, but Amara knew better. Darkness had a pulse here, and every shadow whispered danger. The villa on the cliffs, which had once been a sanctuary, now felt like a fragile cage.

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

I could feel my flesh burning and I winced in pain. “Stop running. You’re only going to suffer more,” he said as he entered the broken door. I ignored what he said and continued climbing up the stairs. It only took me a couple of seconds before I reached the line of tables in the very middle. The entire library was not in total darkness because of the light slipping through the glass windows from the outside. I ran to the east wing and hid behind the tall shelves while catching up my breath. The werewolf’s footsteps echoed in the air.