Shadow X Amy Novels & Stories

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 shadow was so dark that I knew I could weaken it if I just called to the darkness. 'Shade, a little assistance please.' I know I am not good enough to control the darkness on my own. Shade shared some of her power with me so that I could easily call on the dark and not lose myself. I stretched my arms out and pulled the dark out of her shadow, it spilled out like smoke towards me. Her shadow slowed immensely, and as I continued to steal its power it kneeled on the ground. "Knock her out!" I heard Axel yell and everyone sent their attack towards me. I pushed the darkness, I had just sucked up, towards them, stopping their shadows and blocking their field of vision.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

I asked rhetorically, my pinkie finger twitching. “Ash Winters wouldn't think the way you're thinking, he wouldn't be so worked up like you are now, sweetheart, he'd strike first and hard,” Amy said coming into the room, a towel strapped around her breast, her long legs visible. She let her hair down, adding radiance to her ivory skin. She was right. Having done my research, I found out Ash never thought before he acted, and that probably was meant to be an advantage to me, but that man's brutality was on a whole different level — he was psychotic.

Amy followed Zion through the bustling lobby, her grip on his hand tightening with each passing moment. As they made their way to the elevator, Amy stole a glance at Zion, her heart fluttering at the sight of him standing beside her. But despite the prying stares and whispered conversations, Amy held her head high, refusing to let the scrutiny of others intimidate her. She was Amy Armstrong, CEO of Diamond Group, and she would not allow herself to be cowed by the opinions of others.

“Henry, thank you but my life is way too messed up right now to even think about going out with a man. I’m sorry.” Henry frowned. The woman looked like a frightened mouse. loosened his grip and smiled. “Just dinner, at least I will make a new friend.” “Wait did you say your sister gave birth? Maddy is your sister?” Henry looked surprised. “Yes, her husband picked me up from the airport and we headed here. How do you know Maddy?” “My sister Andre works for them.” Henry immediately let her go and right away Lucy realized that he knew about her and what she had done. She couldn’t stop the tears.

Sophie tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles white as she maneuvered through the darkened streets. Alex was slumped in the passenger seat, his breathing shallow and labored. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage on his shoulder, staining his shirt. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of fear and anger. The betrayal she felt from James was like a knife in her heart. She had trusted him, believed in him. The revelation that he had made a deal with their enemies to save her life was both heartbreaking and infuriating. Now, she was left grappling with a mix of emotions she wasn’t sure she could ever resolve.

"Last chance. Commit to destroying him with me or commit to becoming his next victim." Behind her, I saw movement. FBI tactical teams approaching quietly. "I choose neither," I said. "I choose the truth. Wherever it leads. Whatever it costs." "The truth is that you love a monster. And love makes you blind." "Then I will learn to see." The tactical team moved in. Weapons drawn. Shouting commands. Victoria smiled one last time. "Too late for seeing. Too late for all of us." She pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed through the storage facility.

Something to focus on besides the agony in her chest. Well, if they wanted to pretend she didn't exist, she'd show them exactly who Lyra Ashwood was. She'd show them what they'd thrown away. She'd make them see her. She walked toward the front door of the pack house. Her jaw was set. Her amber eyes were blazing. Her spine was straight. It was time to crash this party.