Lucy Shimmers Book Novels & Stories

I could not see a title—only strange patterns that twisted and shook as if they knew I was looking. Then— The letters changed. They rearranged themselves, curling into words I could suddenly read. "The Truth You Refuse to See." A sharp chill raked down my spine. “Don’t touch it,” Lucian warned. But it was too late. My fingers had already closed around the book’s surface. And the world— Vanished. Lucian’s POV One moment, we were standing in the chamber. The next— We were somewhere else. The ground beneath me felt unstable, shifting like mist yet solid under my boots. The air was different—colder, sharper, laced with something metallic.

But I ordered him to be calm for a moment. “Elara? Why are you still here? I saw the lights…on” She asked in shock, but as soon as she stepped into the glowing section. She froze. She widened her eyes as she took in the shimmering books and the tall, impossibly handsome man standing beside me. “Oh my goodness!…who is that?” Sophie whispered, staring at Lucian. Lucian’s midnight-blue eyes flashed with shock. “Elara, what have you done? No one else should be able to see this place.”

“What?” Lucy had somehow made it down to her knees and was holding the incriminating book in both hands, staring at the cover in confusion. When she heard no response, she looked up. Great. Just great. Mattie thought. How has she managed to hire what had to be the only nineteen year old in northern California who would never heard of the Kama Sutra, and the only eighty year olds, who apparently had? She struggled to her feet, Then reached for the book with one hand and pulling Lucy to her feet with the other. “ It’s nothing. Just a library book I checked out. By accident. Just a silly mistake.“

In that brief time, when it was black and then light, there was a promise of love, of remembering, and of the fight to get back what was almost lost. Lucy stood just outside the glass wall, and the harsh hospital light made her angular face look even sharper. Her pale complexion nearly glowed, which made the dark shadows in the corners of her eyes stand out. A slow, vicious smile grew across her lips. It was the kind of smile that never reached her eyes but promised secrets hidden deep inside. "He is slipping away again," she said softly, as if she were enjoying the unravelling of a meticulously made scheme. Her fingers lightly pounded on the cool metal armrest, the beat matching the buildin

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

Suddenly, I could smell the stone, and my hair, and the perfume of Rosette’s cigarette. I wrapped my arms tight around me and lay on my side, milk still dribbling from my swollen lips. I felt exhausted. I breathed and breathed until my body became still. Slowly, the pain eased into a gentle soreness, and the heat faded enough that I noticed how cold my skin felt against the stone floor. “It’s finished, dear. You’re a succubus, now. You’re lilitu.” Between the rivers of my hair, I saw Rosette’s hand reaching out to me. I grasped it, and in the process saw my own hand. How thin the fingers had become . . .

“Not a blush. Not a glance. I tried to introduce myself. I even smiled. And nothing. Ice cold.” Shu groaned again, but this time it was sharper, pinched at the bridge of his nose and full of suffering. “That’s not an elemental affinity, you egotistical noodle. That’s just her having standards.” “Could it be the ears?” Yin whispered, poking the top of his head where his leaf barely concealed the twitch beneath. “Oh, it’s definitely the ears,” Shu replied with the exhausted certainty of someone who had seen that leaf fail too many times. “You always forget to suppress them when you're excited. Like a divine golden retriever with a god complex.”

“This company is stressing me already.” A few minutes later, the door opened quietly and Lucy stepped in. Emma raised a brow. “Why are you sneaking in?” Lucy looked offended. “I’m not sneaking.” “You opened the door like a thief.” Lucy placed a thick book on the desk with a loud thud. “I was trying not to make noise.” Emma stared at the massive book. Then at Lucy. Then back at the book. “No.” Lucy blinked. “No what?” “That is not a rule book.”

Lucy shot back, her voice sharp as glass, “you should let me walk into the fire and see if I burn. Because I’m tired of being smothered under your shadows.” Damian chuckled darkly, flicking ash into the tray beside him. “Listen to her, Vince. She’s got fire. Reminds me of Ma, before this life turned her heart cold.” His smirk faded into something unreadable as his gaze lingered on Lucy. “But fire, Lucy… fire burns the brightest before it dies.”

And for the first time in a long time, I'm hopeful; we'll finally find the attacker and put an end to this. “Here it is!” Sunny bursts in, holding a thick, dust-covered tome. “Woah,” Lucy breathes, eyes wide. She runs her fingers over the cover. “I thought all the Shadow Books were burned centuries ago.” “They were,” I say, pride swelling in my chest. “But my father preserved one for us.” “Great,” she says, flipping it open. Dust billows up and she coughs, waving it away. “What are you looking for?” I ask, watching her eyes scan the ancient pages.