Shadow X Sally Novels & Stories

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

Together, they came up with additional methods to obtain the blood they required, including the Red Cross, campus blood drives, and, where necessary, robbing a hospital's blood bank. Zachary's wife of almost forty years, Sarah, was a true free spirit. Her native to this country, bronzed skin was enhanced by her long, black hair that hung past her waist. Her eyes were still the original black color of a human; the silver of aging had not yet supplanted it. She was a newborn vampire.

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."

He mulled things over while tamping down the violence and desire stirred up by the Drakeller technique. "Ashton Gray!" Suddenly, a sharp shout cut through the night. Not far from Lakeview Heights, Sally strode forth with a dozen people in tow. She wore denim short-shorts and a cropped cardigan that showed her midriff. She stood in Ashton's path. "It's you?" Ashton was surprised to see her in all her five-feet-nine glory. What did this piece of eye candy want with him now?

The smoke was the same green mist that permeates the graveyard. "If it weren't for me, you would've been raped by that zombie before being devoured. You'd become a restless spirit stuck among the tombstones forever and no one wants that. You are better off here in this basement of my home. Now, lets get down to business... stand naked before me." Sally was too frozen with fear to respond or to move. Hamid narrowed his eyes. "Stand naked before me or be fed to the zombies." Sally slowly stood up from her bed, leaving the blanket behind. She stood naked in front of the half-ghoul. The half-ghoul whistled in appreciation. Sally blushed furiously when she became more embarassed than afraid.

"Then I hope he brought body bags for himself and every bastard he’s sending because if Sally even gets grazed, I am tearing this city down to ash." Just then, the door opened and the room lit up... Sally. "Damn." She was wearing red, my favorite sin. A wine red-colored dress that wrapped her like a fucking gift. One slit up her thigh, and heels that made her legs look longer, lips painted like cherries kissed by poison. I felt every ounce of blood in my body shift course just by staring at her. Victor saw the look in my eyes and wisely excused himself. "Fuck, princess." I muttered, crossing to her. "You trying to give me a heart attack before dessert?"