Shadow Singer Novels & Stories

However, when the little girl jumped down and ran to a couple a few feet away, he felt relieved. He turned back to the woman who was staring at him with gorgeous hazel eyes. Gunnar wanted to run to her, but he didn't think that was a good idea after what just happened, so he took slow, steady steps. She was doing the same until everything else just faded away, and they were surrounded by each other's scent. "I… I'm Alpha Gun… Gunnar of The Shadow Howlers," Bianca smirked at him. He stood well over a foot taller than her but stumbled over his words like a lovesick teenager.

Alas, he simply looked away, slipped off his coat to drape it over Erica, and carried her inside. "You can come back up on your own once you're done with your act." Everyone else followed him inside. Robin took one last look at me, picked up a rock from the ground, and hurled it at me, hitting me squarely on the head. "Just die, you murderer!" I didn't know why he was calling me that, or why he claimed I was the one who killed Gwendolyn, but I had no strength left to care. Despite struggling with all my strength and calling for help, the cold water swallowed me bit by bit until I eventually lost consciousness.

I leaned my head back against his shoulder, closing my eyes for a fraction of a second to absorb the sheer, magnificent gravity of the moment. "They are incredible," I whispered, turning my face to press a kiss against the side of his neck. "They are free," Victor corrected softly, his voice a dark, resonant hum vibrating against my spine. "We are all finally free, Cassie. The shadows have nothing left to hold over us."

A voice came over the PA. “Tonight’s entertainment is brought to you from the Shadows. The shadows of our minds. The shadows in the corners. The shadows that follow you when you’re alone at night.” Bassy techno music suddenly boomed. White lights came up behind the stage, and silhouettes of several dancers showed against the white backdrop. “Stay or leave, do as you please, but the shadows will see.”

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Well, that definitely put, a new spin on things, Stacia was known for the things she’d done to get attention. Justin nodded then said, “I saw where you were heading and figured you’d need a key to open the door, so I came up.” He handed the key card to them, as he followed them into the penthouse. He couldn’t help but notice as her ponytail swung to the side the tattoo on the base of her neck became visible. Angel had barely walked inside the door before she looked around and froze. She’d never seen anything this out there, and for her this was like night and day compared to what she’d grown up with she began to slowly back up and said “This is a mistake… I don’t belong here.”

A few of himself and his daughter on several occasion and the ones of his daughter and another couple, "They are Adam and Katy Chisholm, They raised me up." She explained, He looked at the girl with an emotion filled eyes. "Ricky... My Ricky.." He said and threw his arms around her, "I thought you died.... How come...?" He asked her still hugging her, "Dad, don’t call me Ricky, No one must know that I'm Ricky Baird. To the whole world, Ricky and Cynthia Smithson are dead and I'm Jacklyn Chisholm while mom is Regina Knowles." She explained to the emotionally wrecked man.

“You don’t know how difficult it must be for me right now, but I appreciate the sentiment.” Yikes! Even to my own ears that had sounded so cold. The silence that I had been intending to break stretched itself into an even deeper chasm of awkwardness. I sighed. Sandra’s voice was very soft when she finally spoke. “I’m sorry if I sounded presumptuous. Of course I have no idea what it feels like to be in your shoes… I was just trying to empathize with you because you’re my best friend. I am sorry if I offended you though babe. It wasn’t my intention in any way.”