Long Shadows An Amos Decker Novel 7 Novels & Stories

I exhaled, "He's really dead?" "He is." Asher nodded, and I watched his adams apple move as he swallowed. His voice held unease, something that was unusual for Asher. He was always so certain, so concrete in his decisions. "He called to the shadows, Lola. At the end, that is. I worried I was too late, that he managed to make a deal with them. The shadows--they took his blood. I think he did make a deal, but it wasn't to kill you." The shadows earlier words came back to me, and I found myself running through every connection I felt in my mind, each and every one led back to a Vampire.

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

—like a god rousing from an endless sleep.Clara’s flame shone in the gloom, defiant even in the face of the apocalypse.“Ryker—” she began.“I know,” I said, my jaw tight. “We get the others. We run. And then we fight.”I bent, pressing my forehead to Seris’s. “You’ve done enough,” I whispered. “Rest now.”She exhaled a final breath, silver eyes dimming like stars at dawn.Clara clutched my hand, her flame trembling. “What now?”I rose, the map clenched in my fist, Shadowborne’s runes glowing like embers in the dark.“Now we run,” I said. “And then we bring the fight to the Old Ones.”The ground shuddered again, the darkness pressing close. I grabbed Clara’s hand and pulled her to her feet.Because t

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

I was terrified she would chase me away. So, I curled up into a ball and huddled helplessly in the corner, waiting for Alyssa to open the door. I had not slept in days while searching for her. I was cold and exhausted, so I soon fell into a deep sleep. I seemed to see Alyssa appear before me, still wearing that soft green sundress, smiling at me gently on a hillside covered in wildflowers. I froze for a moment before running toward her like a madman as she reached out to softly touch my face.

"Some of his light... leaked into me. Some of my shadow... into him. Temporary side effect of the blood transfer." "And the twelve hours?" "Have begun," Shadowalker said grimly. "And he's already making the most of them." In the armory, Amy stood before a rack of weapons, then shook her head. "I don't need these." She held up a hand, concentrating. A blade of solidified light formed in her grip, humming with energy. In her other hand, shadows coalesced into a dark, serrated edge. She looked at the dual weapons, then at her reflection in a polished shield.

"My name is Rowan Kingsley. And right now, you're all in danger." Celeste's eyes widened. "Kingsley? The prophecy keepers?" I nodded. "Luther and the Shadow Council are outside. They've come to kill you all." "How do we know you're not with them?" Amara asked. I pulled out the book and offered it to her. "Because I've spent my entire life waiting to give you this." Amara paused, then took the book. The moment her fingers touched the old leather, the symbols on the cover began to glow.