Long Shadows David Baldacci Novels & Stories

Finally, I start typing. ObsidianShade: You’re wrong if you think the darkness can be worn like a costume. It consumes you. It’s not about being sweet or light—it’s about being willing to burn everything inside you to ashes. Think you’re ready for that? If you want to shadow me, fine. But you’ll follow my rules. First, prove you can follow orders. Click the link below. It expires in two minutes. Enter the city where you live and nothing else. We’ll talk directly. I don’t work through forums.

An organisation that moved in the shadows, far more dangerous and ruthless than any local syndicate. It turned out that the death of Olivia's parents was no ordinary accident. And now, that past had come to claim a life. Their holiday was over. The real war had just begun. David lifted Olivia into his arms. "We're leaving here now, darling. We'll find out who Albert and Maria truly were." Chapter - Shadows of the Past: The Gold Coin and the Hidden Truth David wasted no time. Within fifteen minutes of the attack, David's private jet, which was on standby in Denpasar, was ordered for immediate take-off. David carried Olivia into the luxurious jet cabin, abandoning Bali and the cliffside villa,

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

A piece of his influence bleeding into the world. Then I heard it. A deep, guttural growl from the shadows. Lena spun, gun raised. “We’ve got company.” From the darkness of the ruins, figures emerged—cloaked in black, their faces obscured. Their eyes glowed silver. Niko cursed under his breath. “Shadowborn.” Damian didn’t hesitate. His gun was in his hand in an instant. “Kill them all.” The battle erupted in an instant. The Shadowborn lunged, their movements unnatural, inhuman. I barely had time to react before one was on me, its clawed hands reaching for my throat.

The Hale Family Living Room The living room is cozy, filled with warm light from the setting sun filtering through the large windows. Family photos line the walls, capturing moments of joy and togetherness. Jessica Hale, a strong yet gentle woman, sits on the couch, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. Jacobi, her husband, stands by the window, his expression a mix of concern and determination. Charlie, their 15-year-old daughter, sits on the floor, her back against the couch, arms wrapped tightly around her legs with her chin on her knees staring blankly at the wall. Aaron, her 12-year-old brother, is quietly assembling the Lego set he got for his birthday, glancing at his sister occasiona

"He took my life, my identity, and now he's living with my name, my degrees. How can I just let that go?" I gave his back a comforting pat and met his gaze. "In a few days, when the weird end of days rolls in, we'll make him pay." Jim gave a small nod, his skin cooling down, no longer fired by my blood. Right then, I noticed something odd, the weak Haunts that had barely any strength were suddenly frantically feasting on my leftover blood. Their once translucent bodies filled with vigor as they started to circle and swoop around me. "I've got a plan!"

“You hear me? There’s always another way.” She looked at me through the light, her eyes searching mine. “You sound like you believe that.” “I have to.” Her lips parted as if to speak, but then the light around her cracked. The Chainbearer’s shadow surged forward, its tendrils coiling toward her like smoke made of claws. I shifted, Marek howling inside me, and lunged. My claws caught the shadow, meeting not flesh but something colder than ice. Pain shot up my arm, but I didn’t stop.

The flickering sparks danced across her smiling face, but in that glow, I suddenly saw Alyssa's silhouette from last year's Moon Goddess Festival. She was standing by the altar, setting off her own fireworks. "Matteo, this color is so beautiful." I snapped back to reality and blinked hard. "What's wrong? You don't look so good," Sabrina said, coming to stand in front of me. I shook my head with a frown, and Sabrina grabbed another firework and went to play by the shore alone. Why did Alyssa's shadow keep haunting my mind? I grew increasingly irritated. I sat on the rocks for a long time before finally pulling out my phone and opening Alyssa's chat window.

Shane's face turned ghostly pale. Maverick, seeing Shane, bowed deeply. "Mr. Jackson, I thought I'd be safe abroad, but Ms. Smith has the evidence. I had no other option. I can't drag my kids into this mess, so I came clean." Shane let out a crazed laugh. "Mr. Pearson, you and I have no bad blood with each other. Why would you frame me? "You claim I instructed you. Where's your proof?" A detective casually pulled out a smartphone, tapped the screen, and suddenly Shane and Maverick's conversation filled the air.