Shadow And Maria Novels & Stories

I could feel him in my bones, feel his energy threading through me, and the fear that had gripped me moments ago shifted into something sharper, fiercer—a need to fight, to survive, to claim what was ours. The shadows circled, moving with an unnatural fluidity, eyes glowing like molten gold in the silver moonlight. There were at least six of them, maybe more, each radiating an aura of power that clawed at the edges of my mind. One stepped forward, taller, stronger, its presence immediately recognizable. My breath caught in my throat. “Mother…” I whispered, disbelief shaking my voice. “It can’t be…” The figure’s face twisted in a cruel smile. “It can, Mara,” the shadow said, voice low, resona

Had Richard's men tortured him? A thousand thoughts raced through Maria's mind. Guilt, shame, hatred, and despair crashed down on her all at once. She collapsed to the ground as she closed her eyes. Her face lost all color completely. Before everything went black, Maria let out one last cry. "Richard Shaw! I never want to see you again!"

I took a deep breath and knocked on Matteo's office door. "Alpha Matteo, Alpha Noah Steele from the Shadowridge Pack is already waiting in the conference room." Only then did Matteo reluctantly release Sabrina. Just as he was about to get up, she pulled him back into her arms. "Do you really have to go to this meeting? I'll be so lonely without you." Sabrina pouted as she blinked her eyes pitifully. Her expression was so sweet it could melt anyone's heart. Matteo replied, "Of course not. Business meetings aren't as important as my precious girl."

A blood-curdling scream tore through the air as I plummeted from the skyscraper, blacking out before I hit the ground. "Lily." The camera lingered mercilessly on my mangled form. The voice was unhinged with madness. "You're finally going to die. Don't blame me. Blame yourself for being so vile. "You knew damn well I loved Shane, and you still went ahead and married him! "In this world, only I am meant to love him! Everyone who'd try to take him from me should die!" The screen quaked, the view flipped, and there was Joanna's twisted face, filling the big screen. The footage cut off abruptly.

It was far less scary than the pictures in her head. "Yes, a pinprick," William confirmed. "If it makes you feel better, you can even pick the finger." She looked at him, trying to decide if he was making fun of her or not. She decided he was, and fought the urge to give him the finger. Now she felt really stupid. "Why are you so determined to get my blood all of the sudden?" she asked Paoli, ignoring William. "That's a fair question," Paoli agreed. "Mary pointed out it isn't possible for a human to be mated to a wolf," he said.

Alexis shouted, “how will I know who is coming to help us?” “Keep your eyes on the Shadows.” She whispered as she faded away. “What? Keep my eyes on the Shadows? What the hell does that mean?” She whispered to herself. Mary frowned, “Hhhuummmm...I have no idea. I guess we’ll just hafta to keep a lookout.” Mary shrugged with a smile. “Do you still want to go with me?”

She never wants to try learning to drive, and we often tease her about it. Aunt Mary is my father's sister, and fifteen years ago, she met her mate, Uncle Marcus, and settled in the Nightwalker pack with him. She is cheerful and straightforward, often likes to joke around, while Uncle Marcus is mature yet humorous. He always spoils Aunt Mary like a child. After fifteen years together, they are still deeply in love, a fairy-tale couple envied by everyone. However, the only regret is that they still do not have children, which we all find unfortunate, except for my mother. My mother often compares herself to Aunt Mary; since Uncle Marcus is a Gamma and my father was just a soldier, my mother f

Aurora Wildheart sat at the scarred oak table, her silver-blue eyes scanning a detailed map of Nightshade’s western territory, where the stone circle for their ‘rite of binding’ lay. The cloaked figure’s eerie familiarity, Mara’s chilling message, ‘The Nightshade calls for the chosen… it showed me your face, Aurora’ and the whisper in her mind ‘The chosen will fall’ wove a tapestry of dread, intertwining with Vincent’s unsettling message: Trust your instincts. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her lost past - before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven - gnawed at her, amplified by the runes’ resonance and Mikhail’s cryptic scrutiny.

That corrupt government led to the current one. I step outside the plane into weather that's about twenty degrees cooler than the island. Several Shadow Warriors who stayed behind to guard the villages are waiting for us. I clasp arms with those in charge. Marinah calls out, and I turn in time to see her running at her human friend Landan. Before she reaches him, she realizes he's looking at me with the realization that I might kill him in the next twenty seconds. Marinah also grasps the danger she's putting him in and stops her forward momentum enough that she doesn't slam into his chest.

she smiles. She’s probably right. Every full moon, Cordelia and sometimes her sister Claudia come out to help us and take care of the children that haven’t turned yet. I don’t know what other packs that don’t have humans or witches to help them do. Our alliance with Delia’s coven is the only reason we’ve survived this long and we all know it. “We should hurry this along,” Bo says, looking up at the sky.