The Nameless Ones Novels & Stories

As I stared blankly at the gravestone, the elderly cemetery caretaker approached and struck up a conversation with me. "Sir, do you know Old Mr. and Mrs. Sullivan? I don't think I've ever seen you here before." It was such a simple question, yet it made my heart throb in pain all the same. After all, who am I when the place that should have belonged to Jessica's husband had already been engraved with Christian's name? Although I was standing under the sunlight, I felt like some lowly rat that ought to hide in the shadows. How could I stand before these gravestones when I didn't have a respectable identity that I could claim aloud?

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

My eyes close and I shake my head. “You still haven’t convinced me that vampires are real and now you want to convince me that I AM one?” My voice starts to raise. Darren looks upset at me. I do not care right now. “Don’t you feel the bond between us?” He asks the pavement. I look down as well, and feel Louise tugging at the leash to keep us moving. “This mate thing you keep talking about… is it like Jacob and Renesmee?” I asked. “I don’t know who those people are.” I laugh, “Twilight, you old man” a look passes over his face as he tries to remember which character did what, “Oh! The demon baby and the werewolf?” I laugh at his description and nod.

I entered not expecting anything from him. “Oh, Jaz just the person I was wanting to see.” He says while looking at his desk. “Yes sir? You requested me to come to your office. How can I help you?” “Have a seat there are some people on the Mating ball List I need to see if they might come from then coming here.” I stroll over and sit down; he hands me the guest list I'm reading the list and only one name pops up to me. “Sir the only name that pops up to me is Alpha Asher Steele”

He hated that she was trembling under his touch from fear, “Please Jasmine, don’t ever be scared of us.” “Do you hurt and kill people often?” She whispered nervously. Raziel sighed, closed his eyes then slowly reopened them, “Yes,” he said honestly. She gasped and took a step away from him, pressing the railing into her back. “Daemon, Lucian, Asher, and I are the Mafia Kings. The workers here are part of our team.” “Oh goddess,” She whispered closing her eyes, “you really are a fallen angel and demons. Your names are…” She trailed off as her mind tried to accept this new information.

I breathed, the dagger trembling in my grip again, its edge now glowing silver-hot in my hands. He didn’t answer. Not right away. Because the answer was walking toward us. Towering, faceless figures with too many limbs, bones that clicked out of place and reformed every few seconds. Their skin writhed as if something underneath was trying to break free. They didn’t walk they crawled forward in jerks, like broken marionettes re-learning how to move. “The Ancient Ones,” Tharros said quietly behind me. “Gods before gods. Creators of death and hunger. They ruled before the Moon ever rose.”

"You called them by name. You brought their souls back to their bodies. You made the dead remember who they were." Max, Icarus, Vardam… all of them stared at me. And even Isabela, huddled in the corner, seemed to know that some invisible line had been crossed.

Vera, pacing on the edge of the broken grove, snapped, “Could someone please explain what the hell is going on?” Agnes stepped forward. “There is a god even the spirits fear. A name struck from all our records. Not banished. Not imprisoned. Erased. Long before the veil. Before the Faded Ones. Even before the Spirit Wolf herself.” Rowan’s voice was low. “A god of forgetting.” Selene went still. “No. Not forgetting.” She looked up at the cracked sky. “Unmaking.” Agnes swallowed. “They called it the God Between Names. It had no true form. It existed in the pauses between stories. The moments no one wrote down. The empty spaces in sacred books.”

The shadows began to retreat, melting into the ground, disappearing as if pulled back by invisible chains. Then the temperature dropped. The sky split open. Five figures emerged from the darkness. They walked forward slowly, confidently, their presence alone crushing the air around us. Ancient power radiated from them so heavily that it felt hard to breathe. Their eyes glowed with unnatural light, each different and terrifying. The First Ones. They stood before us in the flesh. And in that moment, I knew without a doubt… The real war had just begun. **************

His hands went down to the underside of my thighs to keep me rooted to him, and the warmth of his hands almost made me gasp out loud. “Nameless is dead,” Shaun said to the men, who still stood with their weapons pointed at us. They nust have suspected that something had happened to their superior, and now had little knowledge on what to do next. “And you will join him if you insist on fighting us. He told us what you are—Halflings. None of you would stand a chance if you went against us.” “We have wolfsbane, and it is more than enough to put you down,” one of them at the center said boldly, adjusting hia aim so that his arrow was pointed right at Shaun's chest.