Shannon Lee Blade Novels & Stories

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.

"By the name of the Moon Goddess, I, Elara Silverstone, hereby sever my mate bond with Gavin Blackwood." I sliced the ritual blade across my palm. My blood hit the sacred flame. It erupted in a flash of brilliant silver. A violent pain tore through my chest, as if something was being ripped out of me. But as the pain faded, an incredible sense of relief washed over me. The rotten tether was finally broken. I picked up my suitcase and walked out the main door without a backward glance. Behind me, the pack house was a ruin. Ahead, a train waited to take me to the Healers' Guild. To my new life.

I press my back against the Faraday wall and breathe until the spinning slows, until the cold sweat on my neck stops feeling like the precursor to a blackout. Three. Two. One. I check the tablet. The thermal map is gone, replaced by a SENSOR ERROR: VOLTAGE SPIKE notification. The GPS dot pulses on, steady and obedient blue. The camera is dead. The leash is still intact. A blind spot, carved out by hand, paid for in marrow. Ninety seconds left. I pull the Phantom Blade from my hair. In the Faraday cage’s dim light the titanium needle catches nothing. It is too flat, too practiced at being invisible, a thing that has survived ten years because it refuses to shine. This is the only piece of the

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

It has some stains here and there making it look even worse than it originally was. “All for the money Sof.” I turn back to Derek and nudge him on the shoulder. “Don’t give me that look. Frowns and ice cream don’t go together.” Derek’s face instantly lightens up. “You bought ice cream??” he questions with widened eyes. “Yes but you’ll get yours when we get home,” I reply, patting him on the head. I dig my hand into my shoulder bag and pull out a black nylon bag. “This is for Scott. They didn’t have his favorite, so I got him vanilla.” I hand the bag over to Sofia.

Sheila snapped at the Nadri, she had to get Leo away from this creature before. She saw him move, like a blur and in the blink of an eye, his hand shot forward from behind him and a small blade left his hand, spinning freely in the air until it sliced Leo in his fore arm, just below the shoulder, cutting through his flesh deep enough for blood to pool out. Leo screamed out in pain, Sheila gasped in anger and surprise, the Nadri smirked as the smell of blood hit his nose, he had struck gold, he had found his mixed blood. What luck he had.

“You may fool everyone here, but you can’t fool me. You, Leah, are a chameleon.” “Caidyn, that’s enough.” Blade went over to Leah and helped her get up from the ground. It was disgusting. “Stop taking out your stress on the poor girl.” “You’re taking her side?” “I am not taking sides. I’m just being fair.” “Fair my ass.” “I didn’t do anything.” She cried. “I didn’t do anything to her.” “For goodness sake please stop the drama. It’s too much.” “Caidyn, that’s enough. Go up to your room.”

I was once the Pythia, an oracle of Apollo. After marrying the late king, I became known as the Oracle Priestess. When my husband died in battle, I faked my death and returned to the temple. From then on, I devoted myself to protecting the capital with the gods' blessing. Then one day, they brought my daughter's body into the temple. She was covered in raw, unhealed wounds, and her eyes were still open. The attendants tossed her body, wrapped in nothing but a straw mat, onto the floor. Then they stood nearby whispering. "Poor princess. The king cared more about the Rose of Highcourt than his own sister. He let her suffer until her wounds became infected and she died in agony. "King Theron wa

As they passed, Seth shouted, "Blade, I'll beat you to that tree over there!" "The the h*ll you will, boy!" he shouted back and then took off. "Remind me to get those boys something really nice when this is all over," Ellie said, and then, turning to look Shelby in the eyes, she asked, "What in the world were you thinking, asking him questions?" "What?" Shelby said defensively. "I was just making conversation." "Blade doesn't know how to make conversation. All Blade knows how to talk about is Blade." "And his great-uncle who is apparently a cross between John Wayne and Clint Eastwood." Shelby laughed at her own comment.

"Hopefully, with all the mistakes you have made and experiences you have, you will be a better parent to your son and our baby. You need urgent rest. I see you falling sick any moment from now. I'm taking you back to the hotel room. We will talk about your son and family later." "There is one more thing you need to know about me." Bryan frowned. "You used to be a stripper, prostitute, kidnapper, drug dealer? I don't care about your past. All that matters is the present and future." "I am Blade." Kim revealed. Bryan comes down from the quad bike. "You are who? Stop this joke, it's not funny. You know how much I hate Blade."