Sherryl Woods Books In Order Novels & Stories

Around them, Hollow wolves sharpened blades, laughed too loud, and bared their teeth at one another. They were not a pack — they were predators chained together by fear of Serana. “Eyes forward,” Mira whispered to her sister. “Don’t show them weakness.” Kira swallowed, nodding, though her gaze kept flicking nervously toward the ring of Hollow warriors. Then Serana appeared. She moved through the camp like a flame through dry grass, every head turning as she passed. Her braids jingled with bone charms, her eyes hard as ice. “Mira,” she called. “Your first trial.”

But I also can't live in the dark forever. The uncertainty eats at me. Every time I close my eyes, I see flashes of that night. The broken glass. His face. The ring in my hand. And Justice. Always her name, like poison on my tongue. Who was she to me, really? A mistress? A friend turned enemy? Or someone far more dangerous?

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It was a betrothal contract, signed in ink that looked suspiciously dark. 'For the stabilization of the Aethelgard markets, the Valerius and Blackwood bloodlines shall be joined. Elena Valerius will be wed to the Blackwood heir upon her twenty-fifth year. Failure to comply results in the total forfeiture of the Valerius Group to the Blackwood Conglomerate.' "Twenty-five," Elena whispered. "I turned twenty-five while I was married to Grant. The year the 'Aegis' software was finalized." "The year the Thornes started stealing from your trust,"

It was as if every piece of knowledge that could be useful in this world had been gathered and preserved here, waiting to be used by those who needed it. My fingers moved slowly across the shelves until they stopped on one particular title. Herb Remedies & Elixirs. The moment I read the words, something shifted inside me. It wasn’t just recognition—it was something deeper, sharper. Images flooded my mind without warning, vivid and overwhelming. A small room, dimly lit, with books scattered across a bed. Pages filled with notes written in hurried handwriting. My hands holding one of those books, flipping through it quickly, trying to memorize something important. The feeling of pressure, of n

I dropped to the floor, crying so hard I couldn’t breathe, the weight of all her words pressing down on me. Clara knelt beside me, tears falling from her eyes, but she didn’t speak again. She let me cry, and every second of silence made me feel the truth even more. *** **** After Clara had let me cry my heart out, letting me spill everything I had been holding in, I felt hollow and broken—but also strangely sharper, like my edges had been sharpened against the pain. She brought me back to my house, living me alone to sink into my harsh reality. It was late. The house was quiet, except for the soft ticking of the living room clock. I sat on the sofa, still shaken from earlier, my hands wrappe

"Are you sick, Alpha Killian?" Before I could answer, her palm pressed lightly to my forehead, then the other to her own as she murmured under her breath, "No... you seem fine. Your temperature seems normal." My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. What was she doing? Was she trying to get us into an accident? "Mrs. Woods!" I barked, my tone sharp. She took her time pulling away, as if only just realizing what she was doing to me. Or maybe not, because she didn’t look nearly as guilty as she should have been.

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

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Marked. Claimed by Cherish and it’s about time. I should have done it that first morning in the woods after she had shifted. But then it would have been in the wrong spot. Its position, close to my heart, is exactly where it belongs. Even the scar is less rough than the previous one.