Wind Archer Cookie X Shadow Milk Cookie Novels & Stories

she told him brushing her lips over his. Shadow took the metal shaker and poured the cocktail into the glass, before handing it to her, his head bowed. She accepted it, taking a mouthful, and tugged onto Shadow’s collar so he lifted his head. She leaned down and kissed him. Raven saw Shadow’s throat work as he swallowed the cocktail that she fed him through her kiss. “Thank you, Mistress Vixen,” Shadow murmured when she eased back from the kiss. He returned to the bowed headed posture.

"I hope you don't mind chicken." She smiles and takes it, brushing my hand with hers and sending sparks of awareness between us. Which, after many evenings of practice, we both ignore. "You have no idea how good meat tastes after so long without it. I'm craving it morning, noon, and night." She bites into the sandwich and sighs as she chews. "Having very little meat was hard for us when we fought. Shadow Warriors are carnivorous and we get cranky when we don't get the right type of protein."

" He commented at her always neat, serene and beautifully furnished apartment, "Whatever, but thanks though." She smirked taking the grocery bags from him and headed to her kitchen. "Would you want something to eat or drink?" She asked him, "No, We're going out soon and definitely going to have brunch first." He said, She nodded and got herself a glass of water. After whiling away their time snuggling and cuddling each other not exempting some hot kisses and magical moments, Jake and Jacklyn finally left a few minutes after twelve. The Trojan Horses were having their first Spring game against the Black Mamba and Jake wouldn't want to miss it.

Alec asks, pushing the plate closer to me before he too grabs a few more cookies. “Soon, maybe within the next few days.” I shrug, dipping one of the cookies into the milk and cursing when I accidentally break it and watch as the half that was dunked slowly sink to the bottom of my glass. Sighing, I face my fate and begin to chug my milk until the soggy half of the cookie reaches my lips and I manage to tap the glass and get it into my mouth. “Need a refill?” Max asks laughing, handing Sky a still cold open carton of milk who then hands it to me.

As they drew closer, the shadow began to morph, splitting into multiple entities, each a reflection of the guardians but shrouded in darkness. Malachi, staring at his own shadowed form, whispered, "It's us... but twisted, altered." Ezra, analyzing the scene, responded, "The Dreamweaver is presenting us with our own shadows, our doubts, fears, and insecurities. To move forward, we must confront and overcome them." Niamh, her voice shaky, admitted, "Facing external enemies is one thing, but confronting our own inner demons... that's a different challenge altogether." Liora, drawing close to Niamh, reassured, "Remember, these are but manifestations. By understanding and accepting them, we can d

Proserpina “Mumma, can I help with those?’ demanded a persistent voice at my elbow, and I sighed. It was Tara. I had baked a fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies for my boys who were home from their elite boarding school. But the entire batch I had baked the day before had been devoured. Now I sighed and turned to smile at Lou and Dom along with Tara, who had entered the kitchen. Tara came to me and began to help me. “Is it for Claude’s girl?’ asked Dom, who had no sense of decorum at times. I sighed. The boys were now almost as tall as me, as was Tara. “Help yourself, “I said drily, for I had seen the gleam in Dom’s eyes as he looked at the macaroons I had baked, the flavoured, delicate co

Sensing her angry shadow, Miro made a decision and turned. Darghelm lurked in an alley, and hands in pockets, she headed his way. He moved further into concealment, and she stopped at the entrance. “I’m not an idiot.” She called out. “I know you’re there, and I’m going to have an ice cream cone and watch the humans while I rest. You’re welcome to join me.” Not waiting for an answer, she headed into the store and selected salted malted chocolate chip cookie dough. The salted aspects were vital as it tasted of home. Choosing a stool near the window, she focused on her delicious treat.

~Hunter’s Point of View~ I was enjoying my nice, quiet day off soaking in my huge tub. It had been a long week and my brothers and I rotated being on active duty and on call. I was aching for my week off. They were few and far between anymore since it seemed like everyday someone else was being a menace, being difficult. My brothers and I were Shadow Warriors, a coalition of various supernatural beings that keep the peace between each other and between our own kind. It’s a damn hard job, but someone has to do it.

"Hold on, Archer. Hold on to me." The shadow screamed again and lunged.

Krys exclaimed as she was jumping to something I don’t know the reason. “Muff, the drinks. Please,” Mich pleaded and even wrapped her arms around me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. “Pick. Come on. So that I can make it already,” I answered and prepared two lofty (large/tall) cups and one pygmy (small) cup for me. “Can I get Cookie Dough milkshake? Muff, with frappe and chocolate syrup. Please,” Mich said and so I raised my brow. “That syrup is not on the menu, Chi.” She just smiled at me and I glared at her. “Thank you, Muff! I love you, mwah!”