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  A Shade of Vampire 26: A World of New

  Bella Forrest

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  Also by Bella Forrest

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  1. Prologue: Bastien

  2. Victoria

  3. Grace

  4. Grace

  5. Derek

  6. Grace

  7. Sofia

  8. Grace

  9. Grace

  10. Vivienne

  11. Derek

  12. Victoria

  13. Bastien

  14. Grace

  15. Grace

  16. Grace

  17. Grace

  18. Grace

  19. Grace

  20. Grace

  21. Grace

  22. Grace

  23. Grace

  24. Grace

  25. Grace

  26. Grace

  27. Grace

  28. Bastien

  29. Derek

  30. Sofia

  31. Grace

  32. Grace

  33. Victoria

  34. Bastien

  35. Epilogue: Brucella

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  A SHADE OF VAMPIRE SERIES

  Series 1: Derek & Sofia’s story

  A Shade of Vampire (Book 1)

  A Shade of Blood (Book 2)

  A Castle of Sand (Book 3)

  A Shadow of Light (Book 4)

  A Blaze of Sun (Book 5)

  A Gate of Night (Book 6)

  A Break of Day (Book 7)

  Series 2: Rose & Caleb’s story

  A Shade of Novak (Book 8)

  A Bond of Blood (Book 9)

  A Spell of Time (Book 10)

  A Chase of Prey (Book 11)

  A Shade of Doubt (Book 12)

  A Turn of Tides (Book 13)

  A Dawn of Strength (Book 14)

  A Fall of Secrets (Book 15)

  An End of Night (Book 16)

  Series 3: Ben & River’s story

  A Wind of Change (Book 17)

  A Trail of Echoes (Book 18)

  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 Bridge of Stars (Book 24)

  Series 4: A Clan of Novaks

  A Clan of Novaks (Book 25)

  A World of New (Book 26)

  A SHADE OF DRAGON TRILOGY

  A Shade of Dragon 1

  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 3

  BEAUTIFUL MONSTER DUOLOGY

  Beautiful Monster 1

  Beautiful Monster 2

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  Prologue: Bastien

  The mutants’ flames billowed down. Although I began to descend the tree, my mind remained at the top, beneath the night sky, where Victoria had disappeared. It kept posing the same question… Why?

  I touched down on the ground, narrowly dodging falling branches and flames, and launched through the undergrowth. Through the rapidly descending smog, I could make out Brucella and Dane reaching the foothills up ahead.

  Somebody must have sounded an alarm inside the mountain, because wolves were already piling out. Everything was a blur of chaos as everyone raced for their lives from the mutants.

  “Bastien!” Brucella yelled to me. “Stay with us!” She had reached her husband and was surrounded by a number of other Northstones.

  I turned away from her in disgust. Even if every single wolf here tonight was incinerated, I would hardly shed a tear. None of them felt like family. None of them felt like friends. My primary concern would be the fate of my home country with so many of the most influential tribes wiped out.

  Brucella continued to bark for me, but her voice became drowned out by the wind whipping against my ears as I lurched toward a swathe of trees still untouched by fire. As always, I felt as if I could not move fast enough.

  The sudden scrambling of the wolves had mutants flying in all directions, but I did not look back. I continued surging forward, away from Brucella. Away from Dane. Away from the Northstones.

  Away from that girl… wherever she is now.

  I felt crippled. Wounded. Confused. All I wanted was to get away. From everyone and everything, familiar and unfamiliar. I wanted the world around me to vanish.

  As I shot deeper into the woods, the darkness enshrouding me felt soothing. My feet digging into the soil beneath me, I shut down my mind and focused on the only constants I had left in my life. Constants that nobody could take away. My strength. My speed.

  Running as a lone wolf, I managed to shake off the mutants who had been hovering above me. The pounding of their wings and their fearsome cries dissolved in the distance.

  I did not stop until I arrived at a beach. A beach that was once an old port of the Woodlands, abandoned several decades ago in favor of a new one further south. A number of old boats bobbed on the shoreline, fastened together by rope. I raced over to a small one and chewed off its binding, separating it from the rest. Then I waded into the water, pushing the boat deeper with my head, until it was deep enough to begin its own course over the waves. I leapt inside and stood on the old rickety deck, gazing back at the island. An orange glow touched the sky in the distance, even as anguished howling pierced the night.

  As the waves carried me further and further away, I wondered whether this would be my life from now on. Running, running. Always running.

  Running and alone.

  Victoria

  When my parents returned me to our treehouse, I could no longer stifle my emotions. I hurried to the bathroom and shut the door. Gripping the edges of the sink, I breathed heavily. And then the tears fell—a drizzle at first, then a downpour. I did not want my parents to see me. I did not want them to ask me why I was so affected. The pain was still so fresh. I did not feel ready to talk about it.

  But I could not have expected my mother to stay out as I broke down.

  She knocked at the door before sliding it open and stepping inside. “Oh, honey,” she said, lowering and gathering me in her arms. “What’s wrong?”

  Everything felt wrong in that moment. The world that we lived in, where criminals disguised as protectors reigned supreme. Being doubted and blamed for those bastards’ atrocities. And Bastien’s life. What would become of him? What might have already become of him?

  My mother sat next to me on the carpet and clutched my hands, giving them a squeeze. “Tell me, Vicky,” she coaxed.

  Something about the expression in my mother’s violet-blue eyes made me melt. Her deep concern. Her love.

  Suddenly I realized I did not want to hold everything back. I wanted to tell her the truth—partly in an attempt to make sense of my own thoughts and feelings, which were currently caught in a storm.

  I brushed against my eyes. “Bastien,” I began. “He doubts me… He thinks what happened could be all my fault.” If Brucella has managed to sink her claws into him deep en
ough, I thought bitterly. “I didn’t get time to explain.” And now I don’t know if I will ever get time. I was praying that he would remember that my parents had stopped by his cousin’s, and that he would suspect that Detrius was the culprit in all of this. But I did not know how much Bastien really knew about hunter technology. He had been brought up in a world of swords, spears, bows and arrows. Would the idea of a tracker even enter his mind? The Blackhalls’ lair still looked medieval. There were no external signs of the hunters’ influence there yet.

  My mother kissed the back of my hand. “He seems to be a resilient young man. If anybody has a chance of surviving, I’m sure it’s him.”

  How could I explain to my mother? Physically Bastien was strong and powerful. Brutally so. But inside… he was soft. He was in a vulnerable place in his life. I had been a lifeline to him in the aftermath of his family’s slaughter. And the thought of him believing that I could have betrayed him, played on his emotions at a time when he was most weak, cut me to the core.

  I had spent enough time around the Northstones to see that they were no family to him. Now he would be all alone, assuming he was even still alive. Even if he had somehow managed to flee from the hunters, what would become of his life? If he and the Northstones survived, would he eventually succumb to Brucella and marry his cousin, whom he did not love in the slightest? Would he just settle down into the path of least resistance? Would that spark, that fire I’d so admired in him, fizzle out?

  The thought was deeply upsetting. Almost as much as the thought of never seeing him again.

  I swallowed hard. “Mom, Bastien and I kissed. When we went to check on the portal. And I… I think I’ve fallen in love with him.”

  My mother’s eyes widened, although there was no judgment there that I could detect, just surprise. I wondered what was really going through her head, though. I had known Bastien, what, less than a week? Perhaps she was thinking that this was just a whirlwind romance. That I’d gotten attached to him due to the traumatic situation I’d been in and the kindness he’d shown me. That I had fallen for him just because he had been there for me at a time when I’d had no one.

  And the same was true for him. He had already admitted to me that I had helped him at the darkest time of his life. He had been going through his own trauma and to him, I had been that hand to hold, that shoulder to lean against, as he had been to me.

  Perhaps this really was nothing more than a whirlwind romance spurred on by trauma and isolation.

  Perhaps if we’d had a chance to spend more time together and get to know each other better, the feelings would’ve faded. We may have realized that we weren’t meant for each other.

  But all these thoughts and hypotheses did little to quell the burning in my chest now. The longing to feel his arms around me. To taste his lips once again. To have even just a brief meeting, where I could tell him what had really happened.

  “I have to find him again,” I told my mother, my voice deep with resolution. “I just have to get closure.”

  She nodded slightly in understanding even as she chewed on her lower lip. Of course she would not want me going anywhere near that realm again as a human. Technically, I had no excuse to return because when the League traveled back—and they would most certainly go back—they would not bring any vehicle with them. My excuse for joining the League in the first place had been to assist Kyle in manning vehicles.

  But I could not be expected to need an excuse to see Bastien. It was something I just needed to do. If I did not get closure with him, I might live with regret for the rest of my life.

  “I understand, Vicky.” My mother spoke finally. “I do understand. You’re nineteen now. I’m not going to tell you what you can and cannot do, and neither will your father. Though I can tell you my preference for dealing with this, and what I’m sure your father’s preference is.”

  I already knew what she was about to suggest.

  “Let us return, do all that we can to find him, and give the message to him,” she went on. “If he is at all capable, we will ask him to return to The Shade for a brief visit to see you, and you can talk alone. One of our witches can transport him back. But honey, you returning to that realm isn’t something he would want for you, if he truly loves you. He would want you to be safe.”

  It was a hard pill to swallow. But I had not completely lost my mind. Of course it made no logical sense for me to go back there when I would only be a burden to the League and a constant worry to my parents. I had worried them enough recently. And it wasn’t like they would be able to find Bastien any faster or more efficiently with me present. If they managed to find him and he was alive, my main worry was whether he would even listen to them. Though I was sure that if he just heard the truth about what had happened with Detrius, it would all make sense to him. He would remember the earnestness in my eyes as I had pleaded my innocence before Ben had swept me away. He just needed assistance in connecting the dots.

  I heaved a sigh. “I guess you’re right,” I mumbled.

  My mother leaned forward to brush her lips against my forehead before rising to her feet and pulling me up with her. She led me into the living room, where my father was visible on the phone through the window pacing up and down on the veranda. As he noticed us emerge from the bathroom, he spoke into the phone. “Yes, ready. We’ll be with you.”

  He hung up and entered the apartment, looking from my mother to me. He frowned slightly, probably due to my red and blotchy face. He moved up to me and brushed away a few remaining tears that had been lingering beneath my eyelashes, before kissing my head.

  Then he turned to my mother and said in a low voice, “It’s time.”

  Grace

  I was anxious to know what my grandfather had planned. He’d just called the League to the Great Dome. I had been in the middle of a shower, scrubbing away the unbelievable amount of grime that had gotten stuck in my hair and all sorts of other unexpected crevices over the course of our trip across The Woodlands.

  When my mother knocked on the door to inform me of the call and ask whether I wanted to come, I quickly hopped out, dried off and got dressed before joining my parents in the living room.

  On the veranda Caleb and Rose were already waiting for us with my human cousins, twelve-year-old Benedict and fifteen-year-old Hazel. They had their school backpacks slung over their shoulders. I guessed they had wanted to see us and their parents off on their way to school.

  School. What a strange concept it was, that life in The Shade continued so ordinarily. It truly felt like we lived in a parallel universe to the world around us.

  My parents and I joined them on the veranda after grabbing the backpacks we had prepared in advance. As we piled into the elevator, Benedict shuffled toward me and stood right in front of me, trapping me against the elevator’s wall. He lifted his head before slanting a sly glance at me. “How are you doing, Grace?” In spite of his question, there was no innocence in his monkey eyes.

  “Okay,” I murmured, already steeling myself for what was to follow.

  “That’s good,” he said, licking his lips, before finally springing it on me, “So has Heath asked you out yet?”

  Oh. My. God.

  Why does he have to do this in front of my parents?

  “Benedict!” Rose chastised. “Enough already with the whole Heath thing. Leave Grace alone.”

  The whole Heath thing. I felt mortified. Does he talk about me and Heath at, like, dinnertimes with his own parents? Who else has he been talking to? I already knew the answer to that: the whole island.

  Not that it mattered, anyway.

  Still, I kept my eyes firmly trained on the ground, avoiding my parents’ glances.

  “You’ll both be old by the time you get together,” Benedict mumbled beneath his breath.

  At this, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Thanks for your concern, Doctor Love.”

  “You and Claudia should form some kind of helpline,” Hazel said, shoving her brother in the
shoulder.

  Benedict moved to shove her back before Caleb stepped between them, foiling their game of Who Can Have the Last Shove before it could commence.

  I let out a sigh. Sometimes I wished that I had a sibling… and other times I didn’t. I had plenty of family to keep me busy as it was. In addition to my cousins and second cousins, I had three aunts, Rose, Dafne and Lalia, and two uncles, Jamil and Caleb, not to mention my grandparents, great-grandparents, and great-aunts and uncles.

  After a couple of minutes, we reached the path that would lead Hazel and Benedict to school in The Vale and parted ways. We continued toward the Dome. I hibernated in my own thoughts for the rest of the way through the forest. I found myself playing back our journey through The Woodlands. As nerve-racking as it was, I couldn’t say that I’d hated it. Being in such a tightly knit group, it felt like Heath and I had gotten to know each other better, something I’d never really gotten the chance to do until now because, well, he was a year older than me. He was in a different class at school and frankly, I was always too shy to go near him. Plus, I’d always assumed that he already had a girlfriend.

  Arriving at the Dome, we entered to find that all the League members had already gathered here except Victoria. I guessed that after everything that happened, her parents had persuaded her to remain at home. I also noticed a lot of extra dragons who did not officially belong to TSL standing around the edges of the room, as well as five extra jinn. Whatever my grandfather was planning, it seemed like we would be going into this like gangbusters.

  Arwen and Brock were, surprisingly, sitting apart, each with their parents. Brock glanced my way and gave me a smile, making me grin back.

  I took a seat with my parents, along with Rose and Caleb. Then my grandfather stood and called for silence.

  “Right,” he said, steely determination in his bright blue eyes. “We will be returning to The Woodlands, all of us this time. And the plan is simple. We rescue any wolves they may have taken hostage, then locate every single hunter base there and destroy them one by one. Loss of hunters’ lives will be a factor we cannot take into consideration.”