Wind Archer Cookie X Shadow Milk Cookie Novels & Stories

Two days were enough time for my wounds to finally heal. On the third day, I showed up at the office right on time. There was a business negotiation with the Shadowridge Pack that day, so I went to Matteo's office to brief him. Just as I reached the door, I heard Sabrina's flirtatious voice coming from inside. "Matteo, these moonberries are so sweet. You should try one." Through the crack in the half-open door, I saw Sabrina feeding Matteo a moonberry she had already taken a bite of.

She smiled instead, a dangerous glint of amusement in her gaze, leaning closer as if her presence could soften the storm within him. But Dom didn’t move. Didn’t even glance at her. His eyes, dark and smoldering, were fixed somewhere far beyond her, on events still raw in his mind. Marcia’s grin faltered for the briefest second before she stepped closer, knees on the floor, aiming to claim her usual dominion over his cock. “I've missed you, boy. Do you miss mama?”she whined, carefully caressing his cock before planting a kiss in it, then pulled it out of his trouser, giggling still like a baby at the sight of his favourite candy.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.

Arthur cried out from the backyard. Zack rolled his eyes as he took the food that had been prepared by their mother. He brought it out into the backyard as Arthur and Damien—the Delta of the Shadow Pack—were arranging the tables for their gathering that night. “Would it help if you just use the mind link? You don’t have to shout throughout the forest so that everyone would know I am a lazy ass son of a—”

Wolves were running all over, and then she got a mindlink. "The Shadow Howlers are here, and it looks like they came to fight," Her dad said in the mindlink to the pack. Why would The Shadow Howlers come to their pack? They were the pack that basically policed other packs, but The Last Moon Pack hadn't done anything wrong. In fact, they were so vanilla that Bianca hoped her mate would take her away. She picked Trisha up and ran toward the pack house. They got to the front porch just as the warriors arrived.

The distant sound of approaching howls reached my ears, followed by the telltale sound of bow strings being drawn back. “Archers!” Panic erupted among our forces as the archers unleashed their volley of arrows. “Shields!” Arrows rained down from above like a deadly rain. I pushed power into the shadows to shield as many people as I could. Rather than a shield, the shadow wolves seemed to turn to a thick mist, knocking the arrows off their mark so they fell harmlessly around us as the ground forces rushed towards the bridge. The band of wolves was large, doubling the enemy’s numbers just as I felt my power starting to wane. The shadow wolves flickered and faded into pools of shadows, losing t

“Gold and copper mining in a few areas in a few territories. I also have a weaponry deal with the wingsman clan, lion tribe, and a few others. Any distribution of my weapon without my knowledge will receive a hefty penalty – ultimately death if they’re not careful enough.” The last penalty was unnecessarily brutal, however, her background wasn’t kind so he understood as much. Instead of berating her punishment, he just smiled in understanding. “Apart from that,” Shadow counted something with her fingers. “Restaurants and military service are also up for the taking.” Restaurant??? As in food? Well, Shadow was a good cook. Occasionally, he went hiding inside Shadow’s cafe in Upperworld and Und

“Or do you prefer Mirage? I am Vixen, and this is Shadow.” “Hi,” Shadow wiggled his fingers in a wave. “Hello,” Mirage’s eyes went to Vice and Victor, and then back to Vixen. “Won’t you sit down? Would you like to have a drink? I could do with a drink,” she said. “Champagne?” Vice stepped over to the fridge and pulled out a bottle. “Raven? Shadow?” “Beer for me,” Raven said. “Shadow will have a beer,” Vixen replied.

“Taking an opportunity like this when you see one. One of your arrows— pardon me, one of the arrows you made, flew from the sky straight into the heart of an unsuspecting male and you know or at least have an idea who could have purchased it. You could help bring justice for that one individual but you’re choosing not to because of your twisted sense of morals. The so-called war of good against evil is warped because of people like you who aren't even sure which side they are on. My breath left me in hard puffs when I was done but all that my tirade earned me from Orion was radio silence. Fed up, I pushed away from the table and turned to leave. "This was a waste of time.” “It was a Shadow.”

Homer and Rocket came with sodas and beer. When Rocket noticed my sour expression, he said respectfully, “These will just get burned, Alpha. I say there are millions of hungry children. I can’t let these go to waste.” “If you say so. Give me one soda.” “Alpha,” Preston called me, throwing a bag of chips in my direction. Shadow stood up with a huff. “I don’t like that sound,” Everlee reacted. Zarah got her attention and asked, “You have something in your mind, Shadow?”