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, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

“Half wolf, half bear, and all Shadow. “Babaloo, is your brother a Shadow?” Shadow asked. “Duh? Of course, he is. Why do you think he’s such an excellent assassin?” He said with pride for his big brother. “Well, shit! I had no idea he was a Shadow.” Shadow frowned. “Not to worry as you spend time and train with more Shadow’s you’ll be able to ID them.” Mimi shrugged. “So, Shadow should we go ahead and have our people start making their way here?” Dakota asked.

His once pale face came back to life. Suddenly, Neil pushed me to the side, sending my heart flying. As I regained my balance, I turned to see Neil struggling with the lumps of shadow I had seen in the room. That was when I realized the shadow wasn’t just naturally here to strike if Neil failed to unite his alpha spirits; it was another enemy, and a very strong one at that. I felt chills run down my spine, and goosebumps filled my skin as I stared at the shapeless figure draped in thick dark shadow.

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.

Her grief gave birth to the wrath that tainted her as the change took hold. It wasn’t long before she caught up with Daniel and the others. Her mind went to Ava. The woman told her of a plan. One that would see Penny being whole again. Ava needed to live. She needed to retrieve the Book of Shadows. Everything rested on her and the book. What the rest of them had to do was stay alive and keep each other safe. The shadows used themselves as projectiles, rocketing towards Penny. Since they could not render her soulless, they came at her to cause physical injury. Penny allowed her anger to feed her strength.

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.

The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.

started to pull itself out of the earth. Back in the Archive, the shadow had a shape now. It was a wolf the size of a building, with eyes like dying stars. It didn't have fur: it was made of swirling smoke and corrupted silver. “Faith Nightshade,” the shadow whispered. The voice didn't come from a mouth; it came from inside Faith’s own head. “You have the Key. You have the scent of the man who put me in this cage.” “My father didn't cage you to be cruel,” Faith said, her voice trembling but brave. He caged you because you were destroying everything!