Long Shadows An Amos Decker Novel 7 Novels & Stories

(THIRD POV) Dr. Collins leaned back against the cracked leather seat of the taxi, her fingers drumming restlessly on her lap. The sky outside had turned a heavy, ominous shade of blue, the last light of the day smothered by thick clouds, and the streetlights buzzed to life, casting long shadows across the road. It was so much darker than when she had first left Ivy’s place; the hours had slipped away faster than she realized, and the creeping night felt like a veil of anxiety settling over her shoulders.

he shouts, grabbing my arm and pulling me from the room. We race through the pack house, the sound of shattering glass and splintering wood echoing behind us. As we burst into the cool night air, I chance a glance back. My blood runs cold at the sight of Asher stepping out onto the porch, his body wreathed in writhing shadows, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. "This isn't over," he calls out, his voice a chorus of countless others. "The game has only just begun." With that ominous declaration, he vanishes in a swirl of darkness, leaving behind only the acrid scent of ozone and despair.

I call for Lucifer, hoping that he can help me as he did before. “Just let yourself go, why do you fight?” it leaned down to me, grabbing the back of my neck. “Do you wish to survive?” mockingly ask me. It holds my naked body, looking me in the eyes. “You won't survive in the shadow house”. Its laugh pierced my ears, dread fell over me once again as he grips the back of my neck tighter. It turns around me still in his hand and walks out of the room. It drags my body across a cement hallway, my legs, and feet scraping across the floor. The sting of a fresh cut is the only feeling I have at the moment. He drops my body on the cold cement and walks away from me.

Damn it, this wasn't an action movie. I growled at something very rude, fasted my M19 harder, and sprinted down the sidewalk on this side of the street. I never let our prey out of my sight for a moment. It was almost like a slalom. Again and again I had to avoid people and then I almost ran into a shelter. There was room for a handful of people in these small buildings. If you had to get to safety from a prole, you could run in there, seal the room and call the venators from inside via an emergency column.

She wanted her to feel to the last moments of her life, just as she did when was on the surface with Miguel. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Maria and Juan arrived at Miguel's home where the ritual was to take place. They prepared everything they needed and sat down in a circle. Following the instructions in the book, Maria drew an inverted pentagram on the floor with chalk and in the center she wrote the names of the Lords of the Underworld: Samael and Lilith. In the very center of the pentagram she placed Lilith's amulet and a black feather as a symbol of Samael. Then Mary lit three black candles and passed one to each of those present, and lit incense from her candle. Then she began reciting a Latin fo

I clear my voice and took a deep breath as I mentally prepare myself to read this monstrosity. ’I love you. I know for a fact that I will never be able to understand why you question how much I do... But you have given me something I’ve never had. And that’s my shadow. Love isn’t selfless, sweet, or innocent. Love is dark, selfish, and passionate. And I wouldn’t have known what love genuinely was without you. Love is a dangerous drug with intoxicating feelings as side effects. You may think being my shadow is terrible, but what is light without its darkness? What’s a life without the inevitable death? You must realize how much you mean to me, right? I even made this sappy speech for you. But

As she walked, the trees seemed to close in around her, and the shadows grew longer and deeper. The lantern led Amira down a winding path, and soon, she found herself in front of a small, wooden cottage. The lantern went out, and Amira stood in the darkness, feeling a sense of trepidation. She heard a rustling in the trees behind her, and she turned to see a shadowy figure emerge from the woods. "Kimora?" she called out, her voice shaking. The figure stepped closer, and Amira's eyes widened in horror. It wasn't Kimora. It was the Alpha himself, his cold eyes fixed on her.

“Stay close to me—the shadows will hide us, but if you move too far away, you’ll be visible.” He reached for me—and suddenly, we were standing very close. His hand found mine, fingers interlacing. “Ready?” he asked. I squeezed his hand. “Let’s go.” Amon’s shadows exploded outward, wrapping around us like a cloak. The cell dimmed until I could barely see my own hand. Then he moved toward the door, pulling me with him. The lock clicked open without him touching it. Shadows had slipped through the mechanism, manipulating it from inside. The door swung open silently.

Smirk sharp as shattered crystal. “Didn’t I give you one just as grand last week? What’s there to envy?” His fingers tightened on her waist, backing her against the wrought-iron pergola draped in jasmine. “Play your part. Don’t slip around Lena. Everything she has? You’ll have it too.” Now I remember. Five nights ago, crimson meteors streaked across New York’s southern skyline, a blood-magic spectacle. He’d texted: “Clan emergency. Working late.”

The only copy was in the manor lord's private library. I slipped past the guards and into the library. Moonlight streamed through stained-glass windows, casting strange patterns on the ancient shelves. The Tome of Moonshadows was on the highest shelf. I stood on my toes, my fingers brushing the spine. Another hand grabbed it at the same time. I turned. I was stunned to see Damon and Delia right behind me. "When did you…" "Delia has wanted this book for a long time," Damon's voice was cold, leaving no room for argument. "Don't fight her for it."