Tamora Pierce Series 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.

Marcus was already in the past tense. Kira would return soon. Her life would go back to normal. Whatever Marcus had made her feel—possessive, dangerous, almost mate-like—it was probably just his default setting. His caveman charm, that deadly temper, and his unmatched skills in bed. He was probably that way with every woman he met. Her chest tightened, but she kept walking. There was no room for thoughts of Marcus in the Crimson River Pack. Familiar faces waved and welcomed her back home. She smiled and made small talk, pretending every step she took away from Marcus wasn’t tearing her apart.

Pierce whispered as he watched Liam who was turned into an unknown creature— tearing the heads of the newly turned vampires like they were nothing. "The king will be awakened soon!" Pierce hissed, smiling brightly with satisfaction. He waved his hands up in the air and danced around like a poor maniac seeing gold for the first time. The sound of his words plugged themselves into the core of Amethyst's heart, encouraging confusion to embrace her system. With a wrinkled forehead, she kept her eyes on Pierce as he analysed every tiny movement Liam made. Her heart suddenly ached. She was confused and did not know what to do or what was taking place. "Nothing is going my way but at least…Renesmee

Author P.O.V. .........................................in the Moon Shine Pack. When Tamar, Miriam, Maya and Sharia pulled up in front of Tamar's house and began to exit the vehicle. Beta Walker was furious that they had snuck out of the pack and ignored his calls. He was worried.

Tamara nodded her head as she handed the diamond stone which held the soul of Avonmora to the water man who vanished immediately. The Meeting Room: "Queen Lillian, since we haven't heard a word from our priestess since yesterday after the slaughter of the Mermaid Clan, what are we going to do since the gate is still open?" Queen Flora asked as she fling one of her fingers upwards and a rose flower appeared in it, which she started playing with. "I can't really answer you Queen Flora until the priestess comes." Lillian answer with a smile. Before anyone will speak, Tamara appeared before them. She didn't come alone, she came with a beautiful lady who looks a little bit like her.

"You mean—" "I mean," Adeyemi interrupted, his voice a low vibration of pure power, "that the threads are being trimmed. I had nothing to do with the mother anyways. By tomorrow, We will have our merger, our contracts, and our peace. The girl will be a ghost, and my son will be a man. Whether he likes it or not." Tony Williams raised his glass. "To the merger, then. And to ghosts." They clinked glasses. The sound was sharp, like a bone snapping.

The cage. When I reached the lower level, smoke still hung in the air. The torches flickered wildly as if the walls themselves were trying to catch their breath after what she’d done. The scent of scorched iron and magic lingered thick and heavy. And there she was. Standing in front of the broken cage, gold light still fading from her skin, her hair tangled and wild, her chest rising and falling like she’d just survived a war. Alessia sat inside, shaken but unharmed, her eyes wide with something between fear and guilt.

Hell would have to freeze over first. But she shook her head no. “Bad lady wanna huwt mama.” Aw, it's kinda sweet that she's worried about me and hard to take her seriously because she still replaces her r’s with w’s. And I just realised that I saw my baby’s wolf for the first time. Not really but close enough. “She can't hurt me.” She can try, but she’ll regret it. Third-person POV When Matako put her hand on Takumi's, Twilight let out a warning growl. Trey was the only one who heard it and when he glanced at her, his heart almost stopped.

Or Santino sees everything. Her tears blurred the road, but she kept driving. She had survived the night. But the war was far from over. ** Meanwhile somewhere in Manila… The night was heavy with silence when Jaime’s phone rang. He was in his study, the desk littered with papers from the company, his mind restless from Ponce’s threats. He answered quickly, his tone sharp. “Sir Jaime,” the voice on the other end said. It was his private investigator. “We’ve identified the woman. The one who witnessed the tampering of the brakes.”

He held a knife in one hand, the blade long and wicked. “She’s the Moonstone girl,” one of the wolves holding me said. “You sure about this?” Pierce smiled. “She’s more than that. She’s the beginning of the end.” He stepped closer. I struggled, but the bonds were too tight. He reached forward and grabbed my face. “Moonstone dies with you,” he hissed. Then another figure stepped out of the shadows. Maggie. I recognized her now, but I didn’t know her then. Younger. Thinner. She didn’t meet Pierce’s eyes.