Madam Shadow Novels & Stories

I demanded " And, don't you dare take my shape or you will pay for that." "Like I said you can't do anything to me or my kind. We are shadows. We are like air. Anyone or any power can pass through us and the only person who can hurt us is our mistress or the person who belongs from our shadow family." the shadow informs. "And, who is your mistress?"I asked. "Her," the shadow pointed at Minerva and got down down on his knee in front of her " She is our Queen. The Mistress to the Shadows."

She had inhabited the Gillian shanty for less than two moon cycles, and her mental fortitude was already on the verge of a total collapse. “Madison, what purpose drives your shadow back to our threshold demanding coin on every shift? Every single cycle, your tongue declares it represents the final request. What do your senses calculate our house to be? Your personal pack vault?” Thoroughly livid, Evelyn shattered a porcelain tea vessel against the stone flags at Madison’s feet, her growl roaring through the hall, “Clear your shadow from this den! Our hands will not surrender a solitary copper piece to your name!”

Sweat trickles down my back, and suspicion fills my mind. “I don’t know. She was affected by it, she didn’t want to talk about it, because it was really…” “Mars, I’m pretty sure the moon goddess is the shadow god’s mother. I’ve read and researched about this a lot. Not just now, but before he even showed up here. I don’t know why whoever told you about it left out that part, but if you see them gain, ask who the mother is, or you can ask your mate himself.” He puts one hand on my shoulder. “I’m gonna go get the drinks from King and get one for myself. Stay put until I get back, don’t want you mistakenly falling into the river again.”

Every time one mystery was solved, three more complicated ones seemed to surface. Julian’s phone rang again. Marcus’s name lit up the screen. Julian answered immediately, switching the call to speakerphone. "What is it, Marcus," Julian asked. "Sir, our spies at the Blackwood mansion just sent critical information," Marcus’s voice sounded urgent on the other end. "Madam Natalie hasn’t stayed quiet after her fake fainting incident yesterday. She is planning something much bigger. She has gathered several falsified documents to involve Mr. Silas in a major scheme."

The tiny flame trembled between her fingers. "I turned on the gas before you got here," she whispered, almost giddy. "So, Mallory... how about you stay my punching bag in the next life, too?" Her smile widened, and I felt my head droop. The room started to blur. Suddenly, flames erupted before my eyes. I smashed the coffee cup against the floor and grabbed a broken shard, dragging it across my thigh hard enough for the pain to cut through the fog. I was bleeding badly, but I still managed to shove Irene away and limp toward the door.

The desire that had just cooled off exploded all over again as he gave in to her. ... The next day, after preparing for the trip, they set off for Moon Shadow. The Silvermoon envoy pulled up right in front of the main lobby of the Moon Shadow mansion. Madison stepped out of the limo with practiced elegance. She was wearing a tight silk dress and flashy jewelry, clearly intending to flaunt her status in front of the Moon Shadow servants lined up to greet them. She scanned the vast grounds. "Father, Ruby hasn't even shown up to greet us," Madison noted with a heavy dose of mockery. "Maybe she dropped dead because she couldn't handle the work here."

The main room was packed with people, all facing the center where Marcus stood there. Her Marcus. Tall and handsome with his blonde hair that caught the light. His bright smile that used to make her heart skip. He wore formal clothes, the kind pack members wore for important occasions. For matings. For anniversaries. Next to him stood Isla. Lyra's best friend. The girl she'd grown up with. The one she'd told all her secrets to. The one she'd trusted with everything. Isla wore a beautiful dress, deep blue like the evening sky. And on her head sat a silver circlet, the mark of a Luna.

"Why did it have to be you?" Ethan’s hand finally moved. It was slow, trembling. He rested it on the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Because Maria wasn't what you think she was. She wasn't some saintly nurse, Madison. She was a plant. Shadow-Claw. Deep cover." Madison stiffened, trying to pull away, but he held her there.