Shaundi Saints Row 4 Novels & Stories

“You think you’re the only one?” “You wound me, Delia,” Gray chuckles. She slaps his arm playfully, letting him know it's time to get serious. He straightens up, as all signs of amusement snap from his face in a split second and holds still while she goes to work on the chain in his hands. She places both of her hands a few inches above the metal and whispers some incantation until a low blue glow can be seen from underneath her palms. When the glow fades she moves her warm copper brown hands and sighs.

But from the side came a cold snort. Lance stepped forward, looking down at me with that familiar condescension. "If you think using another man to provoke me will get my attention," he said coolly, "then you're being childish." I was about to respond when Natasha let out a sharp cry. We turned toward her—she was clutching her ankle, eyes red. "Lance, I twisted my foot. It hurts so much." The coldness in Lance's expression melted instantly. Panic flickered across his features as he rushed over and swept her into his arms. "I'll take you to the hospital."

Shaun The tavern bustled with activity as Shaun looked around, his gaze sweeping over the crowded tables filled with warriors and citizens engaged in lively conversation, while all the hostesses scurried around them. The air was thick with the scent of ale and the murmur of endless chatter. Shaun stood behind the bar counter, his presence unassuming yet observant. Despite the lively atmosphere, time seemed to pass differently within the tavern's walls, as if the outside world held its breath in anticipation of the next moment.

Orange Street lights illuminated the bellies of the grey clouds that hung above and in the distance were the lit signs of stores and restaurants. Chloe didn’t recognise the place but something in the back of her mind told her this was a human settlement of some kind. It wasn’t in the same state but was also close enough to share the same kind of weather. The shadows circled around her legs, rubbing their pitch black pelts over Chloe’s naked skin. The fur was as cold as ice but as soft as silk and it tickled her fingers as she Idly reached out to touch them. It were the shadows that coaxed her to follow some invisible path set out just for her. Chloe wasn’t sure how she knew this, but the sha

"Because he did, and he is the alpha. When the wind howls, you can hear the ghosts keening and screaming for help. The soon-to-be damned call to be saved, but no one can save us because the demons are too strong. We're already damned and soon-to-be-dead. No one cares that we cry out for help." "We're? More like you helped daddy hide the bodies," Eryx growled, his eyes turning cold as the lust left them. Pounding started at the door, and I turned my body closer to Saint's as it opened. Sian walked in with Phenrys on his heels. Bowen stood in the shadows, meeting Saint's stare. No one spoke, watching as Saint continued running his hand over my belly. "We found them," Sian stated, shaking his h

she whispered urgently to her mates, hoping they had been planning for this moment. Shane, Sean, Cruz, and Romeo sprang into action with a burst of coordinated energy that had been brewing beneath their tense exteriors. Shane, moving with the precision of a seasoned warrior, tackled the nearest rogue, disarming him with a swift and fluid motion that sent the rogue’s weapon clattering to the ground. His eyes blazed with determination as he delivered a quick, incapacitating blow to the rogue’s midsection, ensuring he wouldn’t rise again soon.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.

The stunt June and I pulled through earlier must have damaged the core engine inside my left airkicks. —uh-oh! Looks like Hale is now out of airkicks! The Rearguard is in trouble and the Golden Crows are down one player! I tried to regain my balance while in the air, which is really difficult considering only one of my airkicks is stable and the other pair is badly damaged. Still, I tried my best to get as close as possible to the action. I'm not about to sit out this one important game of my life. —and she recovers! Hale makes a desperate race to the action with her remaining airkicks power—

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

With one final grimace in my direction, Rowan wrapped his arm around her shoulders and swept her out of the building. My head was already hurting, and it had nothing to do with the rising din of voices around me. Just a few hours ago, I was a human living in suburbia with a family who treated me like a servant—not a fantastical creature from a storybook who was the center of attention. And just a few hours ago, I had one boyfriend, Daniel. Even if he cheated on me with my stepsister, there was only one. Not three “mates”. “Four,” the voice in my head corrected me. “You have four mates, although the fourth isn’t here tonight. I wonder who he could be…”