Series By Sylvia Day Novels & Stories

The mansion was quiet that morning. Too quiet. Sylvie stood by the tall window in her room, staring at the city below. The soft light of dawn stretched across the skyline, but her mind was far from peaceful. Her fingers tightened slightly around the folder in her hands. Inside it were documents. Small things. Carefully collected. Bits of truth. Pieces of a much bigger picture. Sylvie exhaled slowly. “It’s time,” she murmured. The memory of her past life still lingered in her mind—the lies, the betrayal, the poison that took her mother away.

- I replied, indignant. - It doesn't matter what time it is.- my mother interjected.- You are not allowed to walk in this forest after dark. Even during the day, it's not completely safe there, a vampire hangs around this woods. And don't even tell me you didn't feel it when you wandered there.- she added, to my surprise, although I shouldn't be surprised, after all, my mother was more powerful than me and was able to sense all kinds of creatures from a great distance. - I felt it only once, late in the evening, at the end of the previous year.- I confessed, quite truthfully.- I never felt it during the day, and today I returned home after dark for the first time in a long while.- I reminded

As she left the room, I realised I was beginning to panic as well. …………………………………… The Vampire and the Wolf- Book Two Teaser **Jarin** Something had been placed over my head so I couldn’t see. I was also struggling to breathe. My wrists were tied behind my back, and I could feel and smell the wolfsbane that the rope was soaked in burning into my skin. I was lying on a cold hard floor, but I had no idea where I was and I was struggling to remember how I even got here. The last thing I remembered was the start of the battle…and then blackness.

Information about the other family members was scarce. Sylvia’s expression turned serious as she issued a warning in her tone. “Then you should brace yourself to encounter them, my lady.” “Are they really that difficult?” I inquired with a smile. I mean, how bad could a group of children be? “The worst,” she replied. After my conversation with Sylvia, I made my way back to my room upstairs. It had been an eventful day, and if this was only my first day in the Dawson manor, I could only imagine what the coming days would hold.

Sylvia only ever occasionally shared money and leftovers, so none of them would eventually remember her. Her eyes suddenly stung, thinking back on what she had left behind. ‘Ah. I shouldn’t be like this.’ ‘I’ll see them again someday.’ Sylvia yawned, her vision slowly turning hazy. Her body had relaxed, and her consciousness began to slip away again. ‘Before the slums burn down …’ “I’ll keep you safe,” she mumbled as the afternoon breeze rolled in with the scent of mud and decay. -gn_cc-

Andro has to fight to stay by his mate's side and fight off the new enemy waging a war against his family; his mafia family while protecting his identity as a vampire. CHAPTER ONE Annika’s POV In the chant of the black night, the stars were the choir, they were nights singing in an unusual pattern, singing a tone of death. Few minutes past ten, the once-cleared skies had transformed into a vast expanse of jet-black as the night laid down in a blanket of darkness.