Long Shadows David Baldacci Novels & Stories

As Lena delved deeper into the shadowy world of Daniel Mitchell's network, the danger seemed to seep into every corner of her life. Late one evening, after a particularly grueling day, Lena found herself alone in her dimly lit office. The city’s lights flickered through the blinds, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. Exhausted, she was about to leave when the office door creaked open. A delivery person, barely visible in the darkened hallway, left an unmarked package on her desk before quickly retreating. Lena’s curiosity was piqued, but she was also wary. She eyed the package with suspicion as she approached.

“What in the world—” A shadow came out of nowhere; snatching Helick around the waist, his gun fell from his hand. When he tried to fight the shadow, his hand went through the mist, jolts of electricity running into him. The shadow could hold him, a solid, but he had no defenses. Helick felt his body being wrenched from the grasp of the shadow as he went hurtling through the air. He landed on the ground in a roll. On the sidewalk, his body in shock from the charges, he stared up at the sky. “Heard you needed a hand,” Daniel said, coming to stand over him.

I really, really wanted to. Instead, I closed my eyes and let him fuck the worry out of me, knowing that when the sun rose, everything would be waiting. The councilman, Malachi, is the shadow over Damon. But for now, there was just Lucas, burning away the dark with the heat of his body and the force of his will. I held onto that as long as I could.

Xander chuckled softly, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. "Rescue, you say? Oh, how predictable. But know this, Dakota, the shadows are my ally. I command them, and they will be your undoing." As Xander finished speaking, the room plunged into darkness, enveloped by an inky blackness that seemed to devour all light. Dakota's heart raced as he relied on his acute senses to navigate through the void, his movements cautious yet purposeful.

The misdeeds of the humans would instead become food for the vampires who could not control their bloodlust. Alex turned his attention back to his surroundings. His sharp gaze searched every face present. He knew that in this dark gathering, every word and gesture had a deeper meaning than what met the eye. And if Alex had lost his way, there was no guarantee that he would leave this place alive. Alex's eyes were now fixed on the two central figures that dominated the atmosphere - Lucius Bloodthorn, the leader of the Rival Vampire Clan, and Damian Nightshade, the leader of the Ancient Vampire Clan. Alex knew this familiar atmosphere by heart, where the presence of the two central figures alw

And in Veil, discretion was their law. I headed into the velvet part of the club, which was strictly by invitation. I had high expectations for this one, I wanted him to be what his profile promised. His name was Nightshade, and his bio said he was a dominant, exactly what I needed. After he added me on Blink, we spoke a little and he sent the invite. There was some dark about him which would usually repulse me, but instead it was like a magnet drawing me in. It hooked me in like a hand on my throat.

The moon watched, its silver tears falling on the stones, as he grappled with his own darkness. In the dimly lit ballroom, the air hung heavy with the scent of mingling bodies and secrets. The chandeliers above cast fractured light across the polished marble floor, illuminating the dance of shadows. Alicia, her heart aching, stood hidden in the shadows, her eyes fixed on the unfolding tragedy before her.

I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death. There is no stopping me when I start. Every single last target had to die was my motto. If you didn’t plan to die any time soon then don’t approach me. But I had to restrain myself from killing the last one because I knew Dominic probably wanted to question him so I only knocked him out. I was back to normal and I turned my attention back to the people who were standing a few feet away from all of this that had just happened.

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

"I got the feeling they were young. Younger than you'd expect for someone so powerful." A young killer with shadow magic, talking to invisible partners, accelerating their harvest of sacrifices. Hope's mind races through possibilities. A young wolf means someone who might be here under different pretenses. Someone no one would suspect. "Lux, can you use David as a connection point? Track the shadow magic signature from his memories?" "That's incredibly invasive and potentially traumatic," Lux warns. "Memory diving isn't gentle." "I'll do it," David says immediately. "If it helps catch whoever killed Alpha Ryker, I'll do whatever it takes."