Shadow X Sally Novels & Stories

"You're putting it as if we can take him down anytime we want! But the truth is the exact opposite—we're not as ignorant as your lackeys, because we know he can take us all down by himself!" Sally smiled but said nothing, when her phone jingled with a text. [The spirtron vein has awakened!] Sally frowned and promptly replied: [Are you sure?] [Yes!] Sally's visage flashed murderously as she lowered her phone and said coolly, "Well, then it's not time to worry about losses. Just do it!" The two men traded glances. What was going on? Sally was just stopping them a second ago, and now, she suddenly changed her mind?

Meanwhile, Sally is sitting in front of Camille Kyle, the woman is blabbering making Sally get more information, the only thing, she did was use Shirley's voice. Sally is watching the woman, the aura she emitted is enough for Sally to pick up her shoe and run through the window of the private room. She had a wicked smile on her face, that explains the character of the woman that is in front of her. Sally wondered, how Shirley could associate herself with such an evil character

The rope wrapped around him, so he looked at the owner of the rope, and was about to be stabbed when he heard what she said. "Master Andrea. Tasha Hill is my Master Andrea's prey, so you have no right to kill her if you don't want my master to hate you more," Sally said. Because of what Sally said, Bryan calmed down, and the color of his eyes returned to normal, also his hand. "My Master Andrea told me to track her, so leave Tasha. Your job now is to get her love back for you and bring her old self. I'll count with you that," Sally said, and she left Bryan to follow the track of Tasha and the male werewolf.

Dismayed Trish didn’t bother to reply her she reached to open the heavy door. Connie moved to help her and they both started laughing at how heavy the door was. Leading the way, Connie went inside and the heavy door closed behind Trish with a loud thud that made them jump as they found themselves in a short dark hallway. Holding hands they moved inside and the place was empty and dimly lit with the only light and low sound coming from the bar. They walked towards the light hoping to find someone but the counter was empty. ‘What do we do now, this place looks dead to me and as you can see Emma is not here.’ Trish whispered desperate to leave, the place was making her uncomfortable.

“One more thing. Hold my wallet. There’s all the paperwork for the parts shipment. If any of the guys get stopped, you can get to them fast. I’ll take the truck. Everybody in the cars. You’ll also let me know if the second tranche of money comes in. From the entrance to the port to the ship, the money will have to come in. If we don’t have the money, we won’t stop. We’ll turn back quickly. You will have to be very vigilant, and fast.” “I’m going with you, Kevin,” came Susanna’s voice. I could tell that all of us present were speechless. The woman was dressed in a tight-fitting black jumpsuit, bringing out the perfection of her body. “Women don’t belong at an event like this.” I was already i

She muttered, "I'm feeling terribly thirsty. At this, Zachary turned and took her hand in his. Sarah was extremely immature. She struggled to withstand the temptations that being around people provided. It was his responsibility to shield her from the callousness of the slaughter, and so far, he had succeeded in doing so. Sarah was unaware of what she was missing because she had never tasted fresh human blood. He assured her, "If you're ready, I'm ready." He said, "Is Nate coming with us?" "Nope," replied Sarah. She has already left.

She remembered calling Salindra’s name, her voice echoing through the empty hallways, but there had been no response. The door to Salindra’s room was slightly ajar, and Margaret had pushed it open, only to be met with the sight that would haunt her forever. Salindra’s body hung from the ceiling, swaying gently, her face pale and peaceful in a way that made Margaret’s stomach churn. The world had tilted on its axis, everything moving in slow motion as she screamed, her knees buckling beneath her. Collins had rushed in after her, his own cry of anguish tearing through the house.

She was doing this on purpose. “Philip.” Maddy’s voice penetrated his thoughts. He opened his eyes slowly and saw her watching him intently. “Let’s make a deal.” She said in a low tone that sent needles and pins through Philip’s body. She was killing him. “Tell me, hurry before I embarrass myself further.”

The doctor stood in his path. "Mr. Larson, how's Wendy doing? She's fresh out of recovery, so she should be doing follow-ups at the hospital, but she hasn't shown up. Is something wrong?" Matthew froze, clueless about what the doctor was hinting at. "Fresh out of recovery? What does that mean?" "Well, seven days ago, thanks to our team effort, Wendy's legs recovered. She can walk without a wheelchair. We were gonna tell you, but she wanted to climb the stairs and surprise you herself."

His shadow magic created subtle patterns that Cassian recognized with ember-trained perception as security scanning rather than merely ambient manifestation—the shadow lord actively monitoring potential threats despite perfect diplomatic composure. He's specifically watching me. Not casual diplomatic assessment but targeted security monitoring. He considers me potential threat to her despite our formal diplomatic standing. The realization provided uncomfortable confirmation regarding Elaric's personal investment beyond contractual arrangement—the shadow lord's protective vigilance suggesting connection that transcended political partnership or research convenience. "Your journey from Noctis