Shadow X Amy Novels & Stories

“Whatever’s coming, Aurora, we’ve faced worse. You’re my best friend, prophecy or not. We’ll get through this.” Aurora’s heart warmed, their bond a lifeline. “Thanks, Marcus. Let’s just hope Althea doesn’t steal you away before we solve this.” He laughed, his emerald eyes sparkling. “She’s got my attention, but you’ve got my loyalty.” As the runes hummed, shielding them from the darkness, Aurora felt the Nightshade threat—and the mystery of her past—tightening around her, but with her friend and her team by her side, she was ready to face the shadows.

Her own flushed cheeks and puffy eyes tell me that she’s just as worried as I am. I look up and see Amy clearing the blockade of furniture from the door. “Come on! We can fight. If they are coming here, we are outnumbered sitting in this room. Yaya, can you cloak us too? Make us invisible!” Amy says firmly. I’ve never seen her take charge like this before. “It would be pointless. They are cloaked, so they can see anything, or anyone, that’s also cloaked,” Yaya huffs, picking her fingers nervously. I grab her hand to stop her.

Her eyes were fixed on the undead. "She's too strong. I don't even know what I can do..." [Erinyes is going to use Dark Jig] [Protect yourself] "Dark Jig? I haven't read its description yet." Amy's knees were about to collapse from a lack of blood and stamina. As her vision became blurry, she began to lose her balance. "KIKIKI" With Erinyes uttering that one sound she knew, the two minions floating by her side widened their eyes wide and shot out black beams.

I am so disappointed_______. ‘Mom please, before you say all those awful things to me hear me out, please,’ Connie sobbed Raising her arms in resignation Lora frowned at her as she said drily, ‘Ok, I am all ears.’ Connie blew her nose first, speaking softly she said, ‘I just don’t know where to begin to explain things to you. First thing let me clarify these photos. That day I lied that I was going for lunch with Emma I was actually going to meet with this guy and he happens to be the same guy that I assumed had come looking for me on the day of Emma’s fake disappearance. The reason I have not brought him to meet you is because he is not my boyfriend, actually he is someone who has been haun

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

She bowed in respect. “Amy, who is this young wolf with you?” Kydence asked. “Uumm... well, I know that we have never...” Amy started. “Amy calm down.” She chuckled. “You are not in trouble. This is a good thing.” She patted Amy’s arm. “This is the only way we can have more Shadows.”

Over lunch, Amy asked the Blotters a lot of questions about their plane or dimension, and how they perceived the world of the living. With two TTS and two speaking apps, the conversation with them flowed better than ever. I left her chattering with the Blotters at the table to clean the kitchen. I was just about to finish when we heard a thud from the basement. Amy turned to me, suddenly apprehensive. “That’s the shadow,” I said, nodding. “It surely sensed you. I told it about you, and bet it can’t wait anymore to meet you.”

Ryan shouted, stepping into the path of the assault, his energy colliding with the creature’s, sparks and shadows twisting and clashing in the mist. Amelia, desperate to protect them both, stretched out her hands. The Shadows, responding to her bloodline, swirled around her like a living storm, forming barriers and striking at the advancing creature. She realized with a jolt that she could direct them not just command them, but guide them, shape them into tools for defense.

"I can see it in your eyes when you look at them. As if you had known them your whole life and all you have ever found was darkness." "Camilo is quite literally the lord of darkness. He is the head of the Amador family. You must know what they do! I can't just look past that. Not when I grew up here and heard all of the rumors." I pleaded. Knotted my hands in front of my stomach. I could feel my fingers twitch. Palms growing sweatier by the second. Amy nodded. Moved over to the dining table and sat on the edge. Her dress spilled beside her. Flowed in the gentle breeze from the open window. She was certainly stunning.

I hope you didn't take me away from my baking just to convert me to the True Path or something? Amy shook her head, licked her lips, and drew a deep breath. 'I . . . My name's Amy Hammond.' 'Oh.' The voice was now icy, not an echo of the velvety tones remaining. 'I wonder you've the nerve to show your face here.' The woman's eyes, dark as a gipsy's, took in Amy's companion. 'It hasn't taken you long to find yourself a new boyfriend. Or were you two-timing my husband all along?'