Where can i read divided by kelley armstrong

To view it, click here. This was another good novella. I can't say it wowed me as not a lot happened. I'm still enjoying reading from Derek POV. The ending screamed blooming romance between Chloe and Derek. I hope Simon is okay with that. I don't want this to tear the brothers apart. I was nice to see Chloe's father as well. He might be an absent parent but he is a caring parent. I'm not liking the housekeeper. I don't remember her much from the first book but she didn't seem very nice.

I'm looking forward to the next no This was another good novella. I'm looking forward to the next novella! Mar 03, M rated it it was amazing Shelves: read-again.

I liked being able to read this before going into the next book. I really enjoyed reading it from Derek's point of view. Can't wait to read what's next!

Jul 02, Bailey rated it really liked it. Was also interesting to see what exactly they did while separated. Feb 21, Yukiraking rated it really liked it. I really enjoyed this little companion as well, though this one could not stand on its own at all.

With Dangerous, I felt it was like a short prequel to the series, where I could have read that first, and then dove into Chloe's books, but with Divided I really would have needed to read the first book at the very least, and maybe the first bit of the second, to really understand what it was that the two boys were doing.

That being said, the action scene at the beginning, and the way it mirrors the I really enjoyed this little companion as well, though this one could not stand on its own at all. That being said, the action scene at the beginning, and the way it mirrors the same scene in The Summoning, had me hooked within seconds, because it was both familiar and new. Comparing the way that Simon acted in Dangerous to the way he was in Divided definitely showed a vast improvement.

It was like he was finally able to grasp just how big the situation was, and he didn't complain about it anymore. Which was nice, of course, because that freed him up to talk about Chloe, allowing Derek to be muddled with confusion and slight jealousy. Overall, I really thought Derek's character benefitted from this novella, and I enjoyed hearing about Chloe from another perspective.

It was also nice to know what the two boys did during their time apart, and read as it unfolded, rather than hearing about it in a couple of lines in The Awakening.

I would read this again in a heartbeat. Feb 09, Amanda rated it it was amazing. I loved this book. This starts where the first book left off and tells what happened in between the time that Chloe left and Derek and Simon were trying to reunite with her. This book shows exactly why Derek is my favorite character. He is a protector, he does everything it takes to help and take care of those he cares about.

His whole plan was to get Simon and Chloe to escape Lyle House, he never had the intention to leave until Chloe pretty much forced Derek to leave with them.

I loved reading I loved this book. I loved reading from Dereks perspective and I can't wait to see what the rest of this series has in store for these characters. Jul 09, Patty rated it it was amazing Shelves: ghosts , kindle-own , werewolves-shapeshifters. Love reading his POV.

It was good to read what happened to Derek and Simon after they split with Rae and Chloe. I was worried about them at the end of book 1. Oh my Let's see how this plays out in book 2. I think Derek is sweet in his own, weird, way : Reminds me of Beauty and the Beast. I know this story overlaps with the beginning of book 2. Can't wait to get started on it. Oct 11, M. Nichols rated it liked it. This is another short story in the Darkest Powers series and it was okay.

It shows what happens between the 1st and 2nd book from Derek's perspective, which I enjoy because I like seeing more of him and his POV, but the story itself was only okay.

And it's not a novella. It's a scene that wouldn't fit in the novel, because the novel was written in 1st person POV. Kind of interesting, but mostly pointless. Nov 05, Catling rated it did not like it Shelves: reviewed , young-adult , urban-fantasy , novellas. I have very little to say about this novella.

First, because it's a novella and therefore it's short, and I'm not usually fond of novellas. Second, because it seemed a little pointless to me - I mean, why does it matter what Derek and Simon did while Chloe was gone?

Nothing happened. But what really annoyed me was that I felt like the author was trying too hard to explain Derek's thoughts and behaviour, which was really annoying. Mar 20, Daniela Filippini rated it it was amazing Shelves: read-in-english. Cut off from her friends, Paige is forced against her better judgment to accept the help of a young sorcerer lawyer. And she quickly comes to realize that keeping Savannah could mean losing everything else. Breathtakingly thrilling, hip and funny, this new novel is another page-turning triumph from an author who is going from strength to strength.

Betrayals Kelley Armstrong When Olivia's life exploded--after she found out she was not the adopted child of a privileged Chicago family but of a notorious pair of convicted serial killers--she found a refuge in the secluded but oddly welcoming town of Cainsville, Illinois. Working with Gabriel Walsh, a fiendishly successful criminal lawyer with links to the town, she discovered the truth about her parents' crimes in an investigation that also revealed the darker forces at work in the place that had offered her a haven.

As if that wasn't enough, she also found out that she, Gabriel and her biker boyfriend Ricky were not caught in an ordinary sort of love triangle, but were hereditary actors in an ancient drama in which the elders of Cainsville and the mysterious Huntsmen who opposed them had a huge stake.

Now someone is killing street kids in the city, and the police have tied Ricky to the crimes. Setting out with Gabriel's help to clear Ricky's name, Olivia once again finds her own life at risk.

Soon the three are tangled in a web of betrayals that threatens their uneasy equilibrium and is pushing them toward a hard choice: either they fulfill their destinies by trusting each other and staying true to their real bonds, or they succumb to the extraordinary forces trying to win an eternal war by tearing them apart.

For Nadia, Angela is the perfect victim—an innocent person in danger for doing the right thing. So Nadia and Jack get an all-expenses paid trip to Hawaii courtesy of Tyrone Cypher, who has his own reasons for wanting to keep Angela safe. And where a hunter has now come to play. After the taciturn sheriff, Eric Dalton, makes a dark confession, Casey is dealt another blow—this time from her best friend, Diana.

Bruised and betrayed, Casey is thrown into a sea of doubt. Disenchanted overlaps part of The Awakening Simon and Tori continue their journey after Chloe and Derek are left at the truck stop. Please note: these are stories, not novels. Combined, they equal half the length of a Darkest Powers novel.

No Humans Involved Kelley Armstrong In her acclaimed Women of the Otherworld series, bestselling author Kelley Armstrong creates a present day in which humans unwittingly coexist with werewolves, witches, and other supernatural beings. Now, in this spellbinding new novel, a beautiful necromancer who can see ghosts must come to terms with her power—and with an evil she never thought possible. For celebrity medium Jaime Vegas, it is to be her swan song—one last publicity blast for a celebrity on the wrong side of forty.

But unlike her colleagues, who are more show than substance, Jaime is the real thing. Reluctant to upstage her fellow spiritualists, Jaime tries to suppress her talents, as she has done her entire life. But there is something lurking in the maze of gardens behind the house: a spirit without a voice. For the first time in her life, Jaime Vegas understands what humans mean when they say they are haunted. Distraught, Jaime looks to fellow supernatural Jeremy Danvers for help.

As the touches and whispers from the garden grow more frantic, Jaime and Jeremy embark on an investigation into a Los Angeles underworld of black magic and ritual sacrifice. When events culminate in a psychic showdown, Jaime must use the darkest power she has to defeat a shocking enemy—one whose malicious force comes from the last realm she expected. In a world whose surface resembles our own, Kelley Armstrong delivers a stunning alternate reality, one where beings of the imagination live, love, and fight a never-ending battle between good and evil.

Chloe Saunders is not your average supernatural teenager. Genetically altered at birth by a sinister team of scientists, she can barely control her terrifying powers. Now the team that created her has decided it's time to end the experiment. Now Chloe is running for her life along with a charming sorcerer, a troubled werewolf and a temperamental young witch.

Together they have a chance for freedom - but can Chloe trust her new friends? Matilda of the Hunt. When I climbed onto the table and peered through, I could make out a distant light.

I lifted the cover and crawled in. I could still see Tori ahead, stopped, glancing around as if trying tofigure out where to go next. I felt my way along. When Tori started crawling again, I instinctively picked up speed, then stoppedmyself.

I had to take it slow and steady. My fingers inched along the metal bottom. Then they touched down on empty air, and I pitchedforward, but caught myself. I smell something. I need— Oh, God, I feel sick. Just climb over. I really feel sick. I kicked free and glared over my shoulder at him. But thanks foralmost scaring me over the edge.

Shocking really. Just hold on. Did she fall down that hole? He squinted into the tunnel. Next thing I knew, I was standing onthe floor, struggling, with his arms around me. There must be a logical explanation. Of course there was. Shewas a ghost. He lifted me onto the table and leaned down until his face was right in front of mine. Not that fast. Dragged intoa hall and shot? He knew it could happen—to any of us, atany time, and there was nothing he could do about it, no matter how hard he tried to protect us.

Another Lyle House resident. Another genetically modified supernatural. Now a ghost. Murdered by the Edison Group. That fear-flicker again. Then hestraightened. Where did you see her last? The grate was closed, too. And when she was walkingthrough the mall, she was dodging people, but no one looked at her. What else? I thought she went inside.

Then I saw her runningacross the back yard. Outside the service room, there was a second door just past the bathrooms.

Someone shouted behind us, but we took offrunning. As we jogged, Derek kept his fingers wrapped around my upper arm.

I knew better now. It was part protective and partreassurance. Wewere supernaturals; there are always other possibilities. But I was a necromancer. When I saw andheard someone that no one else did, it was never anything but a ghost.

She might not have done anything to hurt me lately, butwhat if she somehow died in that house and she blamed me for chasing her into it? Could she try tohurt me back? Derek caught myhands and pointed at the jagged bits of glass along the sill. There was dried blood on one. He led me to the back door. There, hidden by the shadows of a sagging porch roof, he snapped thelock. When I tried to push past, he grabbed my shoulder and started stepping in front of me.

Then hestopped and moved aside. He may have let me go first—a huge act of trust for Derek—but that only meant he settled forwalking so close I could feel his breath on my hair. I picked my way through the kitchen. There was debris everywhere, everything from broken dishesto ripped-off cupboard doors. There were empty boxes too, cereal and cookies that mice and rats haddevoured, leaving their droppings dotting the floor.

It did soundcold. Sometimes she does,and other times, I want to shake her and tell her to smarten up. Derek exhaled behind me. I knowthat. Occasionally even succeeding. It would have been easier if it came fromme. I knew that. I just. I chickened out. But that look said more about his feelings for me than all the flowers in the world. But thanks. I started to stand. He followed her scent into the front room.

As soon as Iwalked through the doorway, I saw the hole. Not a big one. Barely two feet wide, the rotted floorfreshly cracked, bits of sawdust still scattered around. Fresh blood glistened on a jagged piece ofbroken wood.

I raced over. Derek grabbed the back of my shirt when I leaned over the hole. Below, I saw a palefigure, arms and legs askew. He caught me before I reached the doorway. Just grabbed a handful of my shirtagain, slowing me down. I know. Ikept leaning and bending and straining to try to see Tori. Finally, Derek scooped me up and loweredme over the side, then let me jump the last few feet to the floor. I was almost to the front room when someonestepped in front of me.

I let out a yelp and stopped short. There stood an old woman with long, matted white hair. She wasdressed in a frilly nightgown better suited to a five-year-old. My name is on the deed. I still own it. I ignored her and raced over to where Tori lay sprawled on the floor. Almost asbad as those developers. Those peoplewanted to cause an accident. Force my poor Timmy to sell.

I glanced at Derek. He was already kneeling on her other sideand checking for a heartbeat. Probably meeting some boy here. Boys and girls. In my house. I turned to him. Is this how you treat ghosts, girl? Ignore them until itsuits your fancy? I turned back to Derek, who was on the phone, calling his dad. Her eyelids fluttered and she groaned. Another ghost. Same height. Same hair. Blue eyes,though. And older. Maybe forty.

Dressed all fancy, too, like she thought she was something special. It makes the spell-caster look like someone else. Or seems to. Derek came after me. I went out the back door, then I gazedaround the empty yard. I swallowed. I might have marched up those stairs, but my knees were trembling. This was DianeEnright. Oh God. I crossed my arms, willed my feet to stay still andreminded myself she was just a ghost. Davidoff, Chloe.

You used me to do it. A terrible misunderstanding. I accepted responsibility. But did I completely believe it? Or was there part of me that wanted to pretend it was amisunderstanding?

Seeing Diane Enright again, I knew that. You were a zombie. You had toobey me. She wasstudying me, appraisingly, as if murdering someone was a sign of character. When Tori fell, you lured me away. You left your daughter to die. Then you tried to kill me. It was simply. A small show of whatI can do, if I wish. I find you interesting, Chloe. You knowthat. That Iwas stronger than your daughter. It was never about who was smarter or stronger.

It was about who you could control. You thought you could control me. You still think you can. She staggered back. Ijust feel sorry for myself because I had to do it. She let out a howl of rage, cut short as she wasknocked into another dimension. When I opened my eyes, she was gone.

I let out a shuddering sigh. Then arms went around me, solid and warm, and I leaned against Derek. I let myself enjoy the embrace for a moment, then remembered and pulled away. They came in the front. Derek let out a low growl. PrologueAs Brad watched the three Cains devour their porterhouse steaks, he realized he should have addeda couple hundred bucks to the price of his information, just to cover dinner.

They were at a steakhousein Dallas. The June heat meant they had the patio to themselves, which was good for privacy, but italso meant the Cains were on their second pitcher of beer—and only two of them were old enough todrink. Seventeen-year-old Carter had already gone through a pitcher of fresh-squeezed lemonade andlooked ready for a second. It was never wise tointerfere with a werewolf and his meal, and that went double for Cains. Brad was a werewolf himself,but at five-foot-seven and a hundred and fifty pounds, even the youngest Cain dwarfed him.

The oldertwo could eat him for dinner and then go looking for dessert. It was Carter who slowed first. He was small for a Cain, barely over six feet tall, maybe twohundred pounds. Good-looking enough that the young server had been eying him. Or for their brains. In this regard, Carter wasdefinitely part of the family. Zachary had been his middle child. Dead ten years now, when he got the damnedfool idea to join an uprising against the Pack.

The old man had taken that hard. Now Brad was offering him a replacement. The St. Cloud Cabal was running a secret experiment to genetically modify supernaturalsin vitro, eliminating side-effects and enhancing the powers of sorcerers, witches, necromancers, halfdemons. Both were equally likely.

Most werewolves took no interest in either Cabals or othersupernatural types. I was hired to track four escaped subjects and bring them back to the study. Theyonly told me the absolute basics. It was confusing and it raisedlots of questions, but Brad had known better than to ask them of his employers.

As far as mostsupernaturals were concerned, the Cains were merely representative of the entire breed—dumb brutes. Sometimes it was better not to disabuse them ofthat notion. Happened to a cousin of mine. Ripped him right apart. Carter scowled. Taking college math already. His clan had muscle and they hadnumbers.

All they needed was brains. If this kid had that—in addition to other enhancements—hecould be just the ticket to make the Cains serious contenders to the Pack. Brad laid a photo on the table. And he was big—oversix feet already, with shoulders almost as broad as the doorway behind him. He has his eyes. Plus a sure-fire way to catch him.

You know a werewolf named Liam? Runswith a guy named Ramon? Clouds hired me—theyknew Liam and Ramon managed it, so they figured another werewolf could do the same.

Your boy killed him. Too bad Brad already set the price. He probably could have doubled it. A smiling teenage girl with blue eyes and blond hairstreaked with red. The girl definitely did not seem like a romantic match for the scowling brutein the other photos. But Brad had done enough surveillance to be sure of his facts. The one on TV. In spades. They made a tactical mistake, though. They settledfor teasing and threatening her, which only pissed the boy off enough to fight.

If you want him, takeher. They even covered dinner. As Brad watchedthem struggling to calculate the tip, he felt a little sorry for Derek Souza. But business was business,and family was family. A werewolf belonged with his kin, whoever they were.

OneI swiped aside threads of spider silk as I tramped along the wooded path. Behind me, Simon slapped his neck. Especially me. Honest is good. You need to gauge their reaction first. He was right, though—at least about the mall thing. Ikept finding myself heading in that direction, as if I could just happen to extend my patrol to the mall.

Then Simon and I could meet up with Chloe. For burgers or something. As long as we were therealready. I just got anxious, knowing Chloe was there without me. I knew she was right. Hovering over her was avery bad idea.

Following her to the mall? Borderline stalking. So why was I even thinking of going? But while my brain could work it out logically, my gut told me Ineeded to be with her, to watch over her, to take care of her.

That was a lie. I knew the date when Chloe first kissed me. Hell, I knew the hour. But is that whatyou use to mark the start of a relationship? Or was it our second kiss, when we knew we were reallystarting something. Or was it our first actual date, a week later. Which one did she consider the rightone?

That was the important thing. I wanted to ask, but it seemed like I should know. I bent to check a footprint. The neighbor walking his dog. I straightened. Why not one month? I hated them. Well, no. In general, I was good with rules. I understood them and they madelife easier. No pattern to follow. At least it is according to Simon. You do. We skip four and five? Remember Brandi in ninthgrade? She expected me to remember the anniversary of the minute I asked her out—every single day.

Sulked if I forgot. I paused to catch it. Just a deer. An incentive. Like in third grade, when Mrs. But this anniversarygift thing is like that, right? I cooperated. I was respectful. Lots of guys are my size. It feels like. Like they can sense what I am, I wanted to say. I hated being so much trouble. I never used to be. When we were kids, Simon was always the one mouthing off and pushing the boundaries.

I was the one who did as he was told and never gave Dad any trouble. Then I turned thirteen and everything changed. People annoy me easier. The good son turned into the difficult one. I felt like I did before I came to live with Dad and Simon.

Even Simon seemed to forget.