Sombra Novelas e Histórias

“And no, it wasn’t Max. He meant to intervene but turns out he didn’t need to. Should I tell you all why? Or do you already know?” “Stop!” My mother strictly said. This is how she sounded when she berated us. Kent’s smile grew further up his cheeks. He looked at me, then came closer to examine me. His dark eyes followed my body, up and down. “Plain. Simple. Nothing extraordinary about her. Nothing like Marianna.” He stopped in front of me, his eyes reading mine. He searched for a few seconds, not sure what he was looking for, but I was being taken by their color. They weren’t fully black. It was almost like they had a hue of red in them. This was the first time I had seen a werewolves—a male

He leaps, his spine arching and snapping as his body distorts into a wolf mid-air. Sombra is a blur of white. She intercepts him before his claws can find my skin. The sound they make hitting the ground is heavy and wet. Sombra lets out a snarl that sounds less like a dog and more like a mountain slide. She pins him instantly, her teeth bared at his throat until he whimpers and goes still. I guess she isn't just a domestic pet after all. I scramble back as the riot swells around me. I’m a ghost in a storm of teeth. I duck under a swinging fist and side-step a lunging shifter, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

It wasn't "Standard-Flora." The "Sombra" wasn't a "Loan." It was a "Biological-Inevitability."