Padme Novels & Stories

She was tired of everything, she sighed softly and closed her eyes to sleep. Damien closed the door silently after he went out. He saw Jasmine leaving and he wanted to go after her immediately. He went outside really quietly, walking on his toes. Some of the guards had already gone to sleep, but some were still awake, watching over everything. Damien waited to see how she was going to leave the premises with the guards around. He rested against a wall and watched her climb the fence that was just before where the guards stood. She climbed it perfectly like she had been doing that for so long. Of course she had. Damien continued looking at her until she got to the other side of the fence. He

hubby says as he stretches his hand towards me and I collect the cone from him. “Did you see the lady that was seated with me a while ago?” “Hmm” he nods, “she left when I was coming to you” “But I didn’t see her leave” I tell him, “and she’s old, how can she walk that fast?” “You do not have to bother yourself about that, Mish” he beams, “people can come and go as they please” “I know, just.,.” The words hang in my throat when his mobile begins to beep and he answers after the second ring before putting it on loud speaker.

It was almost midnight when Pandora suddenly felt a dryness in her throat. She sat up carefully. Two people were flanking her. Aceli was on her left, while Kingston was on the other side. There was also a panda doll faintly visible at the foot of the bed. Pandora couldn’t help but smile every time she caught a glimpse of it.

“I came through you. I don’t belong to you. I belong to nobody.” I surged the mist, tried to pull her deeper, to remind her of what it felt like to be mine. The clearing pulsed with shadows, with the force of memory, of fear, of everything I could make her relive. I was so close. But she moved. Her hand found the glass vase on the altar table, one I hadn’t placed. Not today. PetSmart holding in place the mist that I was controlling. It was the method that I was using to keep it at bay. To keep it controlled under my control.

At the end of the day, any decision that gets made is hers and hers alone, and I’m grateful that I have an amazing Alpha in her and that I don’t have her job. I inhale deeply. It’s with that deep inhale that I smell my favorite scent in the whole world, warm cherry pie. I know my mate is near. It’s then that I heard the knock on the door. “Come in, Beautiful” I call to Zella, my mate as I lift my head up while still remaining hunched over the desk. Thought to be a Hebrew name meaning, “wolf” the name Zella only encapsulates one small part of who this wonderful woman is. Yes, she is a wolf. But, she’s also my mate, the female Beta of the Crimson Snow Pack, a strong warrior who balances that s

And the silence, that spoke louder than any word would have. I slowed as I stepped onto the porch. She was there before I spoke, standing with a mug wrapped in both hands like a talisman. Hair pulled back, plain dress, face that could have belonged to any woman on a quiet morning, except for the eyes. Storm gray, steady, and old in a way that made the air around them feel colder. “Lisa D’Amaris?” I kept my voice level. Alpha’s men learn to do that; it makes the rest easier.

Damien said, his voice sounding incredibly soft yet terrifyingly hollow. The woman swallowed hard, her small hands clutching the edge of her dark robes as she tried to maintain her composure under his intense scrutiny. "My name is Jasmine, Alpha Damien, and I have served the secret order as the primary scribe for the last twelve seasons," she answered, her voice trembling slightly with an underlying fear that she could not entirely conceal.

Stille laid over the platform. Nova and Silas stared at me unconstitutional. Kael approached me half a step closer, his hand instinctive near his Sword handles as if he wanted to cut the hologram. “Help?” I repeated. My voice sounded small in the gigantic hall and unsafe. “I am Jada. A scrap collector from Ouroboros. I have no idea what you are talking about.” The hologram reacted liquidly as if Vance spoke to us in real time.

I unclasped my hands and tried to wrap my hands around my shoulder, but I suddenly stopped, a voice flashing in my head. “I, Alpha Dominic, reject you as my mate,” Dominic's face snapped me into a mid trance, pulling me into a deep, dark tunnel. I suddenly pulled away, breathing hard as he stepped back and stared down at me.

He could manipulate the shadows to his will, appearing and disappearing without a trace and creating illusions that could deceive even the most perceptive minds. Lady Susan, the Fifth Commander, was a member of the Silver Paw Clan, known as the Poison Lady. She could create and control all manner of poisons, from the subtle to the instantly deadly. Ryan, the Sixth Commander, was from an unknown clan. He was the weakest of the seven, but his ability to control branches and seeds was still a formidable force.