Novels by McKenzie Shinabery

LoganIt’s been a week since the whole incident with Clare. I’m unsure of what exactly that was all about, but it made everything a lot easier since I’ve told Xander about my idea. He’s been happier. Maybe it was because of my idea or maybe because of his new advisor, his brother, Alex. From the sounds of it, they don’t spend a lot of time together and since it was approved by the Elders, now they are inseparable. It’s nice though, to see Xander smile. He’s been intense and almost frustrated with everything until recently.I groaned as I looked at the stack of books on my desk. Xander has given me books about my heritage and my own kind, but also books on being a queen. I was having trouble understanding the aspects of what a Queen truly represents. There’s no way though, I’m able to walk into a room with grace and elegance and demand everyone’s attention. I’m going to need more training on how to be graceful and fearful at the same time, because you can only learn so much from a book

Logan I blinked a few times as I heard whispering voices. The orange light streaming in from the windows told me it was morning. I yawned as I sat up, my body echoing with pains and aches. Xander was leaning against the far wall by the door that goes out on the balcony. Another man was standing there, speaking with him. He looked vaguely familiar as I stared at him. With black shaggy hair, sharp green eyes, and a straight jawline, the resemblance to Xander was there. Was this another brother? "...Elder's asked for an audience. I can't tell them no." The man said, clearly over this already, "I can smell your... bond already. They can't deny this. If they do, it leaves them open for others to contest their positions. No one wants that." Xander groans, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Rosa is gone. I'm unsure of how they are getting their information, but they are getting it." "You have to understand that it doesn't matter how, they will get their info." Xander scoffed, "Rosa was

XanderI carefully walked back to the room with a tray full of food. The Chef had prepared a yogurt parfait, oatmale, orange juice, and saltine crackers. I asked for the saltine crackers because I know my stomach felt horrible and couldn't hold anything down except for water and crackers. I placed the tray on the bedside table of the pull-out bed and quickly straightened the covers. What else should I do? I glanced at the bathroom door and realized it was open some. I blinked a few times in surprise, but slowly walked over. I couldn't help myself. I was curious for sure. She left the door open as well, which meant she wanted to be seen, right? I stopped myself, disgusted with myself. Where the hell did I get that type of mentality from? I shook my head and turned to go, but caught a glimpse of her. Her short black shorts made her already round ass so much more plump. And that t-shirt wasn't doing her any favors at all. Her breast weren't being held down by a bar so her nipples were

LoganI groan as I feel myself slowly start to wake up. My head is pounding and my body feels like it's on fire. I could feel his hands, like they were still on me. Everything inside me screams that something is different, I feel like myself, but not quite. It takes a moment, but eventually I can focus enough to realize that I'm in a complete different room. Panic starts to set in as I try to remember how I got here, but my mind is foggy and nothing comes to me.I try to sit up, but my muscles feel sluggish and weak. It's like I'm moving through molasses. It takes all of my willpower just to get to a sitting position, but once I do, I'm able to look around and get my bearings. The room is dark and dreary, with heavy curtains blocking out all the light. There's a large four-poster bed across the room, and a dresser against the wall. A fireplace burns merrily in the corner, but it doesn't do much to dispel the gloom. Despite the ominous ambiance, I can't help but feel like I've been her

Xander What was taking so long? It never lasts this long when some goes through the transition. I wonder if Logan was having a hard time. I remeber the look she gave me when I had kissed her. She was disgusted with me... I should have explained the process futher when I mentioned the transition. I just didn't think she would have transitioned so quickly. I didn't even think she was near the transition, you could usually smell it. Dr. Anderson thinks it has something to do with the experiments she's been through. It would explain a lot, but then for her to be from the very first family of Death Demon's means a lot. Her blood is strong and she'll bring me well-bred children, but her mind could be alterned from the being in the human realm and from the society of humans. They think completely different from demon kind and they make it hard to co-exist because they are stuck in their humanity ways. Rosa appeared next to me, "Sir, the Elders have requested a meeting with you tomorrow at

Logan I gasped as my body hit the ground. I was pretty sure my eyes were open, but it was complete darkness. I couldn't even make out anything, no shapes, and there weren't any sounds either. The silence was worse than the darkness almost. I wasn't scared of the dark, but I was scared of what was in the dark. I knew people lurked in all sorts of places, waiting for their prey. I slowly got to my feet and shuffled around, hoping to maybe find a wall or something to tell me that I was at least somewhere safe. I started to walk forward, holding out my hands in front of me just in case I came in contact with someone. After a few minutes of listening to my own footsteps, a thought occurred to me. I groaned, and used my hand to ignite a small fireball that lit up just a few feet around me. I blinked a few times, letting myself get used to the light versus the darkness. There was literally nothing around me, just... emptiness. I moved around some, hoping to see anything, but still nothing.