Sonadow Shadow Uke Novels & Stories

Then I headed to the burnt-out forest hilltop. The cold wind cut right through me. The creepy end-of-the-world vibe was getting stronger. I called up some friends to work some magic. Tonight, I’m going to call down lightning to turn all the wood into lightning wood. Infused with the power of thunder and the breath of silver, this wood will be stronger than it ever was before. Right then, I heard James, snickering from behind a tree. "My dear sister, had I known you liked it rough, I would've helped you look. These friends of yours are a bunch of weirdos. They're not even as cool as me."

Mark exchanged a glance with Deji. “Guy,” Mark said carefully, “you need distraction urgently.” Deji raised a brow. “Or therapy. But since you don’t like hearing that…” Leon laughed weakly — the first real laugh all day. Amber-colored whiskey warmed his throat, loosening the last parts of him that were holding on. His phone buzzed. He groaned. “If it’s Charity…” Mark peeked at the screen and snorted. “It’s not. Na that Sewa babe wey dey send you streaks. The one that dey use ring light like say she get sponsorship.”

"Ms. Morrison currently serves as the Royal Healer for the European Healers' Guild, and is also an honorary consultant for the Blackwood family..." The Blackwood family. The name was a thunderclap in the silent room. The most powerful Lycan clan in Europe, ruled by the legendary Alpha King, Maxim Blackwood. A possessive, venomous rage clawed its way up Ronan’s throat. A new life. A new man. And him? He was probably nothing more than a ghost she'd long forgotten. "No... I can't let her forget..." Ronan struggled to his feet and stumbled toward the next room.

“I know.” “You can tell me to stop.” Jamie looked at him. Really looked. The scar. The control. The restraint that felt like it was holding something dangerous in check. “I don’t want you to stop,” Jamie said, then winced. “I mean….” Adrian didn’t smile. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded, like that answer fit into something he’d already decided. “Good,” he said. Behind them, unseen but aware, La Corona Nera watched. And after midnight, Bar Della Luna closed its doors, keeping its secrets, for now.