Shadow Empress Novels & Stories

Cristine was approached by the Light Saviors. Although Cristine's voice seemed calm, she was actually anxious. She said, "Thank you. You came just in time. You need to go soon so anyone can't see you. Leave no space for anyone to ask questions." It's the first time anyone has ever seen her with the Light Saviors. She doesn't want anyone to make assumptions. People occasionally have eyes that are too sensitive. They all spoke at the same time, "It's our duty, Empress." While roving her eyes around and asking cheekily, "By the way, Empress, do you want to tell them our identity?" Cloud could tell that Empress trusted the people around her, which is why she had the confidence to ask.

I could tell by the way she started shaking when I heard her angry voice. It was as if someone was hypnotizing her when Kevin appeared and forced her to do his bidding against her will. This was driving me crazy. Emily was a woman to be respected at all times. She was as gentle and pure as a white snowdrop fresh out of the fluffy snow. She had such a noble and pure soul, and her angelic face reflected all her goodness. I couldn’t imagine how anyone could hurt her, because this woman was clearer than a drop of crystal clear water. You could read her like the page of a book. I couldn’t understand how Kevin could hurt a woman like her who could be considered a veritable treasure that many would

“This is, that isn’t possible.” “And yet here they stand before you, ready to do my bidding. My daughter is also a vampire wolf hybrid, however, she was born and her system operates as a wolf. These though,” I chuckled. “They are much different. The orb, now.” “Very well, I will deal with Shadow Pack myself.” Sigrid’s eyes glazed over as he sent a mind link. “Get your fucking contraptions out of here. The orb is on its way.” I flicked my wrist and my hybrids changed back to their more natural human form. I was anxious to get the orb.

He was not going to lie about his enhanced genetics—it was awesome to spy on people without them knowing it. The crowd clapped when Damien made his appearance and he greeted them like he was used to this kind of set. Zack knew he was because he had been to one of Damien’s sets before as his guest of honor. Even though he was the fourth strongest of the Shadow Pack, Damien did not have any responsibility for the pack. However, Damien would be the first one to respond to any emergency that the pack might need. Zack was listening to Damien talking about the Moon Goddess who decreed the mating bond and the legend of the Shifters of Cyprus. It was fascinating, Zack wouldn’t lie, but to these huma

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

Closing her eyes, the energy around her circled her until she drifted off to sleep. “Abey, Abey, open your eyes.” Whispers filled her ears. Opening her eyes, she realizes she wasn’t in the shop, but somewhere else. Standing up, she remembered this place but didn’t know it. Looking around, a man walked closer to her. He wore a dark hood, but she could see his face. More of them appeared, this time the hoods covered their faces. “Abey, welcome.” he said motioning his arms around her surroundings, “I am Dremis, keeper of this world. Usually.” his laughter danced through the air.

Ten hours later, Rina The Shadow Emissary stepped forward, his face veiled in smoke that smelled of cold iron and old graves. From the depth of his cloak, he drew a blade forged of pure darkness - a weapon that didn't reflect the blue torches, but seemed to drink the very light around it. I held out my hand. My heart was a frantic bird against my ribs, but my fingers didn't tremble. I had lost the memory of how this trial ended in the book, but I hadn't lost the instinct to survive.

she asked. "Not this lifetime or next," I said firmly. "You’re mine. Look at me, say it, Emily. Say you’re mine." "Yours," she whispered. Then she lifted her head. "And Shadow can come." I laughed, finally like I never had in a while. "Of course. Is he your familiar?" I asked. Shadow, the sleek silver snake who seemed always to appear when Emily needed him most, was more than just a pet—he was her magical familiar, a spirit creature bound to her. He protected her, sensing her emotions and keeping her company through everything.

I snatched a doily off of the side table and tried to wrap my arm but it soaked with blood instantly. Hashem was slowly getting to his feet and I turned to face him. “You are a traitor and you will die a coward’s death,” I said, in a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. I reached for my shard as he lunged toward me with a piece of glass. I was just barely able to move and he tried again to swipe at me, this time he connected and got my side. FUCK! I was going to pass out soon, it was too much. Blood, there was blood everywhere. The yelling, the voices and the footsteps were everywhere now, close and I heard the voices yelling in English.

The locket lay cold and heavy in the palm of my hand, its delicate chain cool against my skin. I stared down at the tiny photograph inside — Ellen’s face, perfect and poised, caught in an eternal smile. The same woman whose shadow had haunted my marriage, whose heart once beat inside me without her ever truly being gone. I felt as though the locket was a talisman, a key to unlocking a secret I wasn’t yet ready to face. Or perhaps a curse, dragging me deeper into a maze of lies I could no longer escape.