Long Shadows David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Bride Of The Shadowed Alpha (Book 1) Marked By The Shadowed Alpha (Book 2) 🌹 ONCE, HE BEGGED FOR HER LOVE. NOW IN THIS LIFE, SHE BEGS FOR HIS 🌹 Written By Okeke-Eze Ifeoma Isabella (Omaisabella). My name is Obsidian Sigil of Liora. They say he’s cruel. That no one knows where he came from. But I remember how he looked at me, like I was the only thing he ever wanted.

Shadows of War Fiona’s hands were still shaking as she reloaded her gun, her breath uneven. The cold night air bit at her skin, but it wasn’t the chill that sent a shiver down her spine—it was the knowledge that Langley had slipped away. She turned to Darwin, whose jaw was clenched so tight she thought he might crack a tooth. The dim warehouse lighting cast harsh shadows on his face, making him look even more dangerous. “This isn’t over,” she said.

“We need access to my room. There’s a hidden wall behind my clothes, in my closet —inside are the prophecy clues . We need to start solving this bloody mess before she wears my face to my funeral.” “So… we steal the key from Theo?” Sonia sounds far too excited about this. I grin, savoring the moment. > “No need. You two forget who I am.” They both pause mid-chew. “I’m SHADOW. I don’t need keys to open doors. When I came here to help with the killer, I already memorized the castle plans. The only place I couldn’t access was the hidden library—because it wasn’t on the plans. But the rest? I can get in. What I need is backup—to clean and sort the room before anyone realizes what we’re doing.”

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

He stood beside Zaria, hand grazing hers just enough that she could feel his pulse: steady, deliberate, as though commanding her to anchor herself to his rhythm. The Lord Valerius voice broke the stillness. “Selene of the House Ashcroft. You stand accused of consorting with the shadow that stalks this estate, of conspiring to bring ruin upon these halls, and of—” “Lies!” Selene’s voice rang sharp, brittle as cracked glass. “You twist what you do not understand. This entire charade is nothing but—” But then the torches flickered. The chamber darkened — not in the way of flame waning but as though the very light recoiled. Zaria’s lungs constricted. Every hair on her body prickled. She knew thi

Finally, Shadow gives a low grunt and nods. We step outside together, the cold night air hitting us like a reminder that we’re still alive. The forest is eerily quiet, but there’s a feeling in the air—a tension that makes my skin crawl. Shadow moves carefully, his senses heightened, and I stay close behind. Then we see him. A figure emerges from the shadows, tall and lean, barely visible under the moonlight. It’s Caleb. But he’s not alone. At his side stands a woman with reddish hair and eyes that burn like fire. There’s something about her that sets my nerves on edge—an energy around her that feels like darkness given form.

His eyes kept darting to the corner of the room, where Victor stood perfectly still, half-swallowed by the shadows. Victor was leaning against the bookshelves, his arms crossed over his broad chest. He wore no jacket, just a black button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, exposing the faint, silvery scars on his forearms. He hadn’t spoken a single word since Julian entered the room. He had simply gestured toward me, yielding the floor, offering me the absolute, terrifying authority to guard the gates of our home. The shadow of Adrian Cross hung heavily over this process. Adrian was out on bail, a venomous ghost breathing threats into our newly repaired foundation. Because o

"Yes, I have several cousins, some aunts and uncles, too. They are all spread out. I haven't seen them in a long time. I have no idea where they are." "Okay. Hmm... Okay." I stood. "Alright, Kezia. Just relax. Think of this as a vacation. Don't worry. I'll figure out what's going on. You can return to your life soon." She frowned. "Okay." "Good. I'll see you later. Just take it easy." I turned and left the apartment. Liam followed me down the stairs. He stopped me before I reached the garage. "What is going on?" "I think the darkness is planning something. They couldn't get me, so they got her. It has something to do with the Grey line..."

Tonight it only sharpened the restless edge gnawing at him. On his desk, the monitors were dark, but he didn’t need them anymore. He had the answer he’d hunted for months burned into memory. ShadowByte was Elara Duval. The name still landed like a blade in his chest. He had trapped her. Carefully, surgically, as only Damon Cross could. And she had walked right into it. The ghost hunter caught in her own net. No denials, no disguises left to hide behind. He should have felt triumph. He should be preparing her public unmasking. The board would worship him, Clarisse would lose a key pawn, the city would watch ShadowByte burn.

While we're walking inside, I told Daniel, "Shadow is one of the scariest loan sharks of Colorado so don't get into trouble with him. For him, everyone's the same." "Is this a warning?" "Definitely." Shadow walked to me and greeted me saying, "Lucy! I didn't think you'd be coming for real. What's the problem?" Since he was surrounded by his guys I asked him, "Can we talk somewhere private?" He nodded and took us to a room where he held some guys in chains. I pointed at them and asked, "What about them?" Shadow ordered his guys to get rid of them. Once we're alone, I pointed at Daniel and said to Shadow, "He's one of the grandsons of Mr Anderson."