An excerpt from Emerald Dodge’s Excalibur found exclusively in Souls & Shadows.
𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲?
Pure energy coursed through my arm and out of my palm, forming a glowing white sword that pulsed with the beat of my heart. Tendrils of light and sparkles soared in gentle arcs around my hand and arm like vines, slowly snaking back and forth.
Experience had taught me that the blade could cut through steel, stone, flesh, and earth. It had even deflected a bullet once. And best of all, I could alter its appearance at will.
I turned the hilt to show off the engraved blade that bore the word EXCALIBUR.
The drifters swarmed in past the trees, moving toward them. They swayed in tandem, still wailing. To his surprise, nobody was in their general vicinity, although it was a beautiful day. They were in a grassy area punctuated by trees, but nearby on the paths there should have been joggers or tourists. Instead, the area was deserted.
Nyssa walked toward the mob until she was about ten feet away. “Leave us,” she said, her voice booming.
The homeless moaned louder, their voices also echoing. They stared at her for a long moment, an odd face-off. Nyssa did not move, her hair rippling in a faint breeze. Once again, he could picture her as if she were wearing a sort of medieval body armor with a sword and shield, facing her enemies.
As one, the crowd went for Nyssa. Each of them reached for her, their hands turning to claws as they tried to rake and bite her. Nyssa flung out her hands in a warding motion, and the front line staggered back. The rest were not affected and began again, their coming as inexorable as the tide.
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“Fear isn’t in my nature.” His lips lifted in a smirk while his green eyes challenged her.
She placed her hand on the table palm up. One touch, and she’d know if this man was her mate.
“Don’t you want my name first?” he asked.
“Aribelle, and if we imprint, then you can tell me yours. If not, then we can go in my truck, have our fun anyways, and never bother looking back.” Her wolf growled at the idea of letting him go, but if they weren’t mates, she couldn’t keep him close.
“Which one do you want more? A hot one-night stand where I ruin you for everyone else or a mate?” His eyes twinkled with delight as he finished his beer. He set the bottle down next to Aribelle’s hand.
“My wolf is saying one thing, but I know mates change everything.” Her mind hummed with the buzz of alcohol.
“You didn’t exactly answer the question.” He leaned in toward her but still kept his hands to himself.
“Stop stalling.” She moved her hand closer to him but didn’t grab his arm like she wanted to.
A low growl vibrated through his lungs seconds before his hand grabbed hers. A current of electricity zipped up her arm, signaling the imprint. They had three days to complete the bond by mating or lose their wolves.
Those were the magical rules, and no one had ever found a way to break the magic.
An excerpt from S.A. McClure’s Spell Breaker available exclusively in Souls and Shadows.
The sound of a paw clawing at the icy ground rustled just beyond the tree Emma was leaning against. The faint smell of carrion clung to the air. Her chest tightened as she swallowed. Every pulse of her heart thrummed in ears.
This was it.
She breathed in deeply, letting the cool air calm her mind. She focused on the way the air filled her chest. She forced it down, down, down until it was pressurized in her abdomen. She held it there. She envisioned the attack.
She released the breath in a cloud of mist.
The beast’s shadow stretched over her. She gave herself one more moment to pause. To consider. To see the way the spear would punch into the beast’s hide. She needed to protect Iris. It wasn’t just for herself or for her sister; it was for all the animals she’d found dead in the corridors of Balkeen’s mountain lair. It was for the way the beast had tracked her. Relentlessly pursued her, like a dog on the hunt for the fox.
She was no one’s prey.
She was the huntress.
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An excerpt from Jenny Foster’s Lost Moon available exclusively in Souls and Shadows.
For two years, I have had only one goal. Revenge.
The wounded man raised his hand and pressed one finger to his lips. Be still.
Hailey didn’t even dare to breathe, let alone nod. Run, her inner voice yelled, and as if he had read her thoughts, he shook his head. Then he opened his eyes.
This could not be. This had to be another nightmare.
From his undoubtedly human face, the eyes of a big cat stared at her. Vertical pupils, as black as night, were set off against a bright, almost sparkling green. The hairs on the back of her neck rose, as if to confirm the unmistakable presence of a predator. Hailey began to shake uncontrollably.
That was when he blinked, and all that she believed she had seen was gone.
Human eyes on a human face, desperately trying to tell her something. Then she noticed that his hand was touching her shoulder.
Hailey blinked until her blurry surroundings revealed five bloody fingers, and she could see the unmistakable green in his eyes looking at her behind them.
Five fingers, and then one of them vanished, as he hid it in the palm of his hand.
Four. Are you ready? With his eyes, he glanced toward the left in the direction of the street from where she had come.
Three. Hailey lowered her head by half an inch. His body tensed up.
Two. He closed his eyes and pulled himself up until he was crouching on his knees.