Shad Aphmau Novels & Stories

The sentence is death. "You . . . work for Stapleton? Who the hell are you?!" She knew that she was not supposed to discuss her identity with anyone, but she figured that this would not matter for long. * My friends call me Shamira. Shane calls me his child. You can call me Shadow Wing. * She waited for the notion to set in, but strangely rather than looking more afraid, he almost looked . . . relieved?

She unlocked hher phone and went through notes hoping that maybe Shanaya could have left her a message. “Hey, I knew that you will come here for sure. We have met many times…In your dreams…Remember? You won’t recognise me but I know you completely. You are the closest person to me Shama. Well, no need to thank me… haha…I have completely changed your lifestyle. I know that today we will switch our souls to our original bodies that’s why I am writing this for you. Believe in yourself and do it. Today I have to go make an MV…But maybe I won’t be here at that time. Shama you have to do it….For me…Please. You have the potential…Don’t be afraid…And remember that I will always be there for you and

The Shadof, having finished with their brother, dispersed to the surrounding neighborhoods in search of fugitives. A police car is standing on the edge of the city, behind a large billboard, the vehicle speed indicator is blinking, the officer is sleeping an uneasy sleep. A shadof sits above his head, weaving juicy nightmares for a man. Shadofu to invade the sleeping subconscious of a person is not only a way to obtain energy, but also a strong drug. A car passes by with the headlights off, the device beeps softly, showing a speed of 195 km / h, immediately after the first car another one rushes by, the figure on the display is updated showing 196 km / h. The officer does not hear, immersed

“All good. Ready to get this over with.” I clap Chase on the shoulder. “You and me both,” I sigh, looking across the room to where Theo’s dad, Alpha Anders, is standing and chatting with Jax’s old man, Alpha Damian, and Chase’s father, Alpha Vaughn. I’m sure Chase is referring to the shadow pack conflict in general, but right now, I’d settle with getting this meeting over with. Council meetings are always a little painful.

Abdalla told us. “We owe you our lives.” Ken told him. Ken took his wallet and was about to pay the young man. “No, no, no… no need of paying, Allah will pay me in his due time.” Abdalla said. “Who is Arrah?” Ken asked, in deep Kikuyu accent which made me start laughing from where I was lying. “It is not Arrah, it is Allah, the name given to God by Muslims.” I told Ken. >>To be continued>>

But, whatever it was, my mother and brother couldn’t go hungry. I am Ally Shale, a high school graduate working in A City as a junior reporter. Adrian Tank is my boss. And, I probably should tell you that it’s tough for me to find a job because I do not possess college qualifications. I am also an orphan working to feed my family members. But, I can’t lose this job, I remind myself. So I decided to play innocent with Adrian. “But Sir, I have just been here a few weeks,” I pleaded, nodding my head. “I have mouths to feed at home; I know you won’t be that heartless, Sir.”

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

Her name is Kara Blue, I watched her turn fifteen years, she loved to skate and also run away... You might wonder from what?... From the shades and shadows of her past, which has made her a pariah because she has passed through a lot in her short life and people don't wanna associate with someone like 'her'... Emphasis on the 'her'...

For a split second, she was in human form and would let out a soft cry, then the sound merged with an animal whine as she shifted to wolf, almost like she was short-circuiting. The man watched in silence for a while, his expression horrified. "She's condemned," he said finally, his voice apologetic. "There must be a way to help her," Emily said, her voice edged with desperation she couldn't quite banish. "It doesn't matter. She's marked for execution," he said. He produced a small dagger and stepped toward the bed. Moonlight spilled across the blade and made it clear what he planned. "No!" Emily cried, putting herself between him and Amber. Her heart was in her throat, and her gaze flicked b

As he turned to leave, I added quietly, “Hunter… be careful. Whoever this D’Amaris really is, he’s not working alone.” Hunter gave me a sharp nod before walking out, leaving me with the one thought that refused to leave my mind. Every shadow I’d buried was coming back. And this time, they had a name. D’Amaris.