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The "New Generation" Names Listing

ane. Cerise

2. Hazel

three. Cherry

four. Rose

5. Tejus

six. Ash

7. Hazel

8. Tejus

9. Ruby

x. Ash

11. Rose

12. Scarlet

xiii. Jenus

14. Sherus

15. Hazel

xvi. Hazel

17. Ash

18. Red

xix. Ash

xx. Ash

21. Tejus

22. Rose

23. Hazel

24. Crimson

25. Jenus

26. Rose

27. Ash

28. Benedict

29. Rose

30. Ben

31. Ash

32. Hazel

33. Rose

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THE GENDER GAME

The Gender Game (Book one)

The Gender Cloak-and-dagger (Book 2)

The Gender Lie (Book iii)

The Gender State of war (Book 4)

A SHADE OF VAMPIRE SERIES

Series 1: Derek & Sofia'south story

A Shade of Vampire (Book 1)

A Shade of Blood (Book 2)

A Castle of Sand (Volume 3)

A Shadow of Lite (Book 4)

A Blaze of Dominicus (Book five)

A Gate of Night (Book 6)

A Interruption of Solar day (Book 7)

Series ii: Rose & Caleb's story

A Shade of Novak (Book 8)

A Bond of Claret (Book 9)

A Spell of Time (Book 10)

A Chase of Prey (Volume xi)

A Shade of Dubiousness (Book 12)

A Turn of Tides (Volume xiii)

A Dawn of Strength (Book 14)

A Fall of Secrets (Book xv)

An Cease of Nighttime (Book xvi)

Serial 3: Ben & River'southward story

A Wind of Modify (Book 17)

A Trail of Echoes (Volume xviii)

A Soldier of Shadows (Book 19)

A Hero of Realms (Book 20)

A Vial of Life (Book 21)

A Fork of Paths (Book 22)

A Flight of Souls (Book 23)

A Span of Stars (Book 24)

Series 4: A Clan of Novaks

A Clan of Novaks (Book 25)

A Globe of New (Book 26)

A Web of Lies (Book 27)

A Bear on of Truth (Volume 28)

An Hour of Need (Book 29)

A Game of Risk (Book thirty)

A Twist of Fates (Book 31)

A Day of Celebrity (Book 32)

Series five: A Dawn of Guardians

A Dawn of Guardians (Book 33)

A Sword of Chance (Book 34)

A Race of Trials (Book 35)

A Rex of Shadow (Book 36)

An Empire of Stones (Volume 37)

A SHADE OF DRAGON TRILOGY

A Shade of Dragon ane

A Shade of Dragon 2

A Shade of Dragon 3

A SHADE OF KIEV TRILOGY

A Shade of Kiev 1

A Shade of Kiev 2

A Shade of Kiev three

Cute MONSTER DUOLOGY

Beautiful Monster 1

Beautiful Monster 2

DETECTIVE ERIN BOND (Adult mystery/thriller)

Bare Girl

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The "New Generation" Names List

Arwen: (daughter of Corrine and Ibrahim - witch)

Benedict: (son of Rose and Caleb - homo)

Brock: (son of Kiev and Mona – half warlock)

Grace: (girl of Ben and River – half fae and half human being)

Hazel: (daughter of Rose and Caleb – human)

Heath: (son of Jeriad and Sylvia – one-half dragon and half human)

Ruby: (daughter of Claudia and Yuri – human)

Victoria: (daughter of Vivienne and Xavier – human being)

Ruby

I was so glad that nosotros were back in Hellswan castle. I might have hated the greyness, oppressive stone walls, and the constant lurking of muttering and secretive ministers, and even the fact that the sky was always the same greyness every bit the stone, but it was what I'd reluctantly come to regard as 'domicile' in Nevertide. I felt well-nigh safety here—safer than I did in Queen Trina's kingdom at least.

Yelena and Jenney had been clearing up afterward the kids, who had all fallen asleep in random spots in the living room—some lying on sofas, others on the carpet with just a absorber, the luckier ones were lying three or iv to a bed.

Benedict's and Julian'southward beds were the only ones that remained empty. I suspected the rest of the kids avoided sleeping in them out of respect…but it might have been fearfulness – as if their bad luck was contagious somehow.

It was night outside. I should have been getting some rest but sleep just wouldn't come up. We even so had a bit of time before Benedict was expected to come stone-hunting. I dreaded seeing him under the control of the entity. I had heard what had happened to Yelena, and putting ii and ii together, I figured that Benedict had drained me besides on the night before the deejay trial. I didn't mention it to anyone—what would be the indicate? Information technology just fabricated my claret run cold to know that Bridegroom was capable of such destruction and power.

Ash came in through the servant'due south entrance and slammed the door close behind him.

"Are you okay?" I asked, noticing the scowl and tense shoulders. Jenney gave him a wide booth.

"Just been to see if I tin can get my job back," he muttered.

I looked at Jenney. Apparently, it wasn't good news.

"Why?" I asked, my question genuine. After the trials, Ash hadn't expected to render to kitchen service.

"I don't really have much choice. The ministers here definitely won't hire me at present, since I've worked for Trina, and it's not like I can go back there once again." He shrugged. "Maybe something volition come up up—but for now, it's best that I stay in the castle."

I hadn't thought well-nigh what might happen to Ash if he set Julian and I free from Queen Trina'southward dungeons. I thought the only reason he was staying in Hellswan was to protect me and Jenney.

"Ash, I'm so distressing—I didn't think—"

"Information technology's fine—really. None of this is your error, Shortie. Trust me when I say I'm happy non to be employed by a psychopath."

"I'm glad to have you back, Ash," Jenney chimed in. "Information technology won't exist like this forever."

"I know." He smiled, looking at me with warm eyes.

My stomach fluttered a bit, giving me goosebumps. It looked like Ash and I might be back on for the whole return-to-World plan, which suited me just fine. Repressing the thrill that ran through me at the idea of Ash arriving in The Shade, I smiled back.

Don't go ahead of yourself. It wasn't like nosotros were any closer to getting out of here. And I hadn't fifty-fifty told Ash virtually The Shade or GASP.

"Well, it would be nice if the food effectually here improve

d," I teased.

"Don't button your luck, Shor—" Ash broke off, jerking his head in defoliation.

What?

I meant to say the words as I thought them, just no audio came out. I tried once again. Cypher.

What's going on?

Jenney and Ash simultaneously tried to talk. Information technology would have been funny, if it wasn't for the freaky circumstances. I sighed, realizing what it was. I marched over to an old desk and pulled out a sheet of dusty parchment. Grabbing a slice of atomic number 82, I started to scrawl on the page:

'The pestilence of silence. I retrieve it's ane of the weird apocalyptic signs.'

I showed information technology to Ash and Jenney, and their shoulders sank. Aye. This really wasn't platonic. Ash scratched his head, back to being irritated.

Then a thought occurred to me. This was supposed to be the last sign. Nosotros'd had the red rains and the burn down of ice that had been promised in the books that Hazel and Tejus had found. What did reaching the last sign mean? Was the entity at full forcefulness?

'The final one!' I scribbled down on the page, showing it to Ash. He nodded grimly. Oh. He'd already worked that out.

Guards burst through the door, and the sudden noise made us all jump. They looked at u.s.a., dislocated and bewildered. I shrugged at them. At that place was zilch any of us could do—we'd only have to wait this one out like all the others.

One of the guards stepped forwards, holding out his hand in a 'stop' sign. He gestured to the remainder of his men, pointing at the door.

I estimate we stay here then.

I looked at Ash and he nodded, glancing toward the servants' entrance, undetected past the guards.

Right. If we needed to leave, we could get that style.

The guards retreated, and shut the door backside them. Simply as that door shut, another opened, and Julian stumbled out looking bleary-eyed. Knowing that I wouldn't exist able to become into whatever particular—and my mime skills weren't the best—I added some other scribble to my paper and showed it to him.

'The pestilence of silence. I retrieve it'south one of the weird apocalyptic signs.

'The final ane!

'Long story!'

Julian reached for his glasses, and then read what I'd written. He looked at me in bewilderment, going through the aforementioned motions of trying to speak that we'd all tried a moment ago. I waited till he had finished, patiently showing him the sign again. This time he just sighed with resignation. Yelena was next, coming up from the servants' quarters. When I tried to show her the newspaper she flapped her arm at me. 'Yeah, yeah,' her expression seemed to say, 'I got it."

I hid a grinning. That girl was quite extraordinary for a human.

Scribbling over again on the paper, I conveyed to the grouping that we should really go and find Hazel and Tejus—they might have an thought of what this meant in terms of the entity's rise to full power.

The others nodded, and Yelena started for the door, but I pulled her back, pointing to the servants' entrance.

Nosotros all headed down the narrow steps, so through a deserted kitchen—some of the stoves had been left on, with dandy vats of unappetizing-looking stew nonetheless humid. Ash went around dousing the fires with water, and so we made our way back up into the main body of the castle. From what I could see, it looked similar all the servants had fled, just the ministers were yet rushing effectually, panicking and wild-eyed. I repressed a smile. They must really be feeling the pain of non existence able to complain to i another.

An imposing male figure was marching along the hallway, ministers moving out of his way every bit he approached. When he came closer, I recognized the granite face of Memenion. I waved, and he nodded in greeting. As he approached u.s.a. he peered curiously at Ash, just then turned to me and fished something from his pocket.

It was a letter, creased and stained with a faint splatter of stale reddish liquid. It was addressed to me in scrawled ink. I turned information technology over, and the signature of the Hellswan house was stamped on the back—below that were initials. 'Cdr. V.R'.

Commander Varga?

I looked up at Memenion and he smiled at me sadly. It was him, then. I could feel Ash giving me a puzzled expect, and, non wanting to filibuster getting to Hazel and Tejus, I shoved it in the pocket of my robe.

I'll read information technology later.

Not knowing how to give thanks Memenion, I briefly placed my hand on his arm in appreciation. He looked surprised, jerking it back, and then I smiled awkwardly instead. I recalled the king'southward wife proverb that they weren't closed-minded about humans, and I had believed her—though I couldn't help but wonder if our kind took some getting used to, just the way theirs did to u.s.a..

We continued our journey, watching more ministers sweep by us in frenzied panic. I didn't know where they were hurrying to or from—what did they recall they could do?

When nosotros got to the stairwell of Tejus's belfry, there was no one around. I briefly wondered where all the guards had gone, but perhaps Tejus had sent them elsewhere…Didn't he feel that he and Hazel needed protection?

Every bit we walked along the corridor to Tejus'south living room, our path was all of a sudden blocked without warning. I realized what he had done. In that location were protective barriers upward, blocking the entrance to his room. I sighed, farther irked to encounter a conceited-looking lynx yawning at us obnoxiously before sticking his caput up in the air and marching off.

I looked over at Ash in frustration.

What now?

He shook his head at the obvious, but unspoken question. At that place was nada to do just wait – information technology wasn't like we could call out to them or anything, we'd just have to stay put until they emerged. I hoped it wouldn't be long.

Yelena and Julian slumped confronting the walls, folding their artillery and looking irritated. Eventually I joined them, not knowing what else to do. Ash paced up and downward, intermittently scowling at the smug-looking lynx.

I must have dozed off for a while, considering the next moment Ash was shaking me gently past the shoulders. I smiled at him sleepily, notwithstanding only half-awake. He gestured back at the corridor – the true cat was long gone. I jumped up, testing the air where the barriers had been. They were gone.

Nosotros quickly woke Julian and Yelena, and hurried toward our destination. Without knocking, we pushed open the heavy wooden doors and strode purposefully into Tejus's living room.

The starting time thing I saw was Tejus, continuing by the window with a shaken expression on his face. He barely bothered to glance in our direction, looking off into the corner of the room instead. I followed his gaze, registering Hazel curled upward in a ball, her face turned in my direction, but unseeing, as if I wasn't even at that place. She was wrapped up in a bed canvass, and her usually stake face was even whiter than normal. Her eyes were glazed, and I belatedly realized I was registering the tell-tale signs of extreme shock.

What the heck happened here?

Hazel

I registered my friends inbound through a haze of fear, hunger and bewilderment.

I didn't know how long it had been since my transformation had started to take effect. I could hardly look at Tejus without being infused with a crazy sensation of hunger. I wanted to gorge myself on his energy. It seemed so bright, and then vibrant. Information technology was like the gilded threads of our by mind melds were constantly flowing through his trunk—through every single vein, every vessel.

How could I not want him?

How could I not want all of him?

All I seemed to be able to do was sit in the corner of the room, forcing my limbs to become like concrete, not allowing myself to motion a single muscle in case my body launched itself toward Tejus and my listen took over, sucking his energy dry. Was this what it was like for him? Or was it because I was new to the sensation? It must be the latter, otherwise every single scout in Nevertide would be locked in their homes, shaking and blasphemous themselves for wanting to practise their loved ones impairment.

Now I needed the residuum of them gone.

Ruby's listen beckoned to me; she stood rock-still in the center of the room, staring at me in confusion and deep, deep concern. Her mind was so strong though—I could practical

ly experience it from where I sat.

Don't go there, Hazel—don't—you'll never forgive yourself.

I repeated my mantra and gritted my teeth, trying my best to keep my mind to myself and not attempt to go exploring others.

Not knowing what to exercise, I just sabbatum at that place, hoping Tejus would warn Cherry away before she got too close. How could I be around anyone? I was a danger to them all—sentinel or man, information technology didn't seem to make a difference.

How had my dark with Tejus—the almost astonishing feel of my life—turned into such a nightmare?

Ruby-red took a step closer, arms rising to comprehend me. I looked over at Tejus, my eyes imploring.

Help me! Finish her!

I drew my body closer inward, though it didn't seem to assistance—my heed had started to drift toward hers.

No!

Tejus strode forrard and put out an arm to halt Reddish. She glared upward at him furiously, trying to bat his arm abroad, just it was immovable. Ash took a step frontwards, placing a hand on Tejus'south shoulder as a warning. I could tell that things were going to escalate apace, but Tejus didn't respond with rage or assailment. He moved to stand in front of me, blocking my friends' view, with his arms held out to pacify them.

His eyes must have conveyed that he meant me no impairment, because eventually they backed off. Cherry-red nevertheless looked mistrustful, but she stepped away with the rest.

A moment later, we were all distracted.

The door to the tower had started to rattle. It was soft at starting time, similar a single gust of wind had shot down from the turret, and the door struggled to break costless from its hinge. The rattling increased, the door slamming back and forth—information technology felt like there was someone on the other side, pushing and pulling against information technology. I half suspected the entire matter to fly from the frame, but instead, in the next moment, information technology went silent.

Next, a faint scratching sound came from backside the door. I looked at Tejus, my heart in my throat. It was a sound that would haunt my dreams for the residue of my life, the aforementioned sound I'd heard the night Benedict had tried to get into our living quarters.

Tejus nodded slightly, acknowledging the fact that we would non open the door—the animal behind it wasn't my blood brother. Not even close. I knew that, and Tejus knew that—simply Julian, not seeing my warning glance at Tejus, and non knowing the hell we'd been through with Benedict, was manifestly curious.

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