Shannara Books Novels & Stories

The wind slammed against the lighthouse like it wanted in. Cara sat on the edge of the couch in the small living area, knees pulled up, trying to look like she wasn’t rattled. The power had flickered twice already. Each time the lights dimmed, her stomach twisted tighter. She wasn’t scared of storms usually. But this one felt personal. Like the island itself was closing in.

Well, I found the 'Memoir' " I asked with a confused look-" What is that?" She replied as she gestured us to sit down-" Something you will like Shawna" John smiled as he already knew about the book and replied while taking the book from her hands while looking at it-" It's the history of WitchLand and other worlds" Junnie took the book in her hands from him and said-" No way, this is the original 'Memoir'?" Jenny winked at her and replied-" Of course"

Thank you, Shana Allen The current and upcoming books include: Fated Series: “Fated Rejection – Fated Claim” (Complete) “Fated Soul – Fated Light” (Complete) “Fated Power – Fated Destiny” (Ongoing) --- Dark Moon Series: “His Hunt for Redemption” (Complete) “Design of Fate” (Ongoing) --- Fated Next Generation Series: The Twins story (Upcoming) Blakely’s story (Upcoming) Dark Moon Next Generation Series: Kalen’s story (Upcoming)

“Show us.” Shanara shook her head. “I don’t know if I can.” Megan pressed against her. “We are here with you. We will help you take back your home.” Shanara looked between all of us, and I watched her regain a little courage. She thought about it for another minute before she nodded. “Okay.” I walked to her. “If it is okay with you…I’d like to stay with you.” Shanara nodded, and I hopped up on her back. “Hold on tight.” Then she took off, headed to the darkened trees.

Mara said. "That is why I brought it," Sena said. Reading it across three evenings, Mara found something unlike the first book related to it the way a shadow was related to what cast it. The first book had been generous and warm, a memory of people worth knowing. This one was the darker companion to it, the account of what happened to the person doing the remembering across thirty years of doing it alone.

Hey beautiful people, Just a warning. This book is an erotica, which means 18+, so if you are uncomfortable with sex and adult stuff, please don’t read my books. But if you are a nymphomaniac like me, go ahead ;) Also guys, for the better understanding of the stories, I’d also like to give you the order in which the books should be read: 1)Nathaniel Lachlan 2)Aaron Riverwood 3)Landon Chambers 4)Danika Williams 5)Mary Redferne PS this book is set up in the 1960s Mary Redferne I was in the car, tapping my foot restlessly as the driver drove inside the gates of a mansion of the guy I was about to marry in a few months. Yeah I know, crazy! I never thought that I’d settle for an arrange marriage

And tonight, the currents were everywhere. Josh and Mara’s voices, faint from the far end of the deck, carried hints of worry and consideration, their quiet tension contrasting sharply with the carefree laughter on the porch. And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads.

Joy was crying out aloud. "Joy. Take a deep breath, Calm down."Christ was holding her daughter’s hands. "Do you still remember the story I told you about the Habitat of Shamans?" "Of course I do. You never stopped talking about it when I was young." For as long as Joy could remember, her father loved to tell her about all kinds of legends about the Habitat of Shamans, an ancient and mysterious wonderland. She recalled that there were also Shamans who could understand cat’s language. Joy looked at her father and turned round to look at Baby, it occurred to her that her bedtime story had come true.

Shannon POV I could feel my anger rising, my heart beating hard, my feet trembling, my head flaming and I gnashed my teeth. I could feel my anger rising so badly that I had to clutch my hands to control my rising anger. "I am the one that is worth this position, not her and I can't allow her to have it." I growled in my head. My twin sister, Sharon, was about to be crowned the ambassador of the Blue Moon pack. I had always craved this position but she just came from nowhere and snatched it away from me just like that.

The three-hundred acres felt more like three-hundred miles as Lila made her way across the fields to an old cinderblock building at the far end of Freya’s horse farm. She was an adept rider, but, because of the value of the child in her womb, both Freya and Jasper refused to risk allowing her to get on the back of a horse. She abhorred long hikes, but if she wanted to get a look at the vampires who Freya’s people had managed to capture without the tediousness of someone constantly monitoring her, she had no choice than to make the trek.