Enter Shadow Falls: After Dark and meet a vampire named Della, who's about to discover what her own story is meant to be. . . .
Della had the perfect life-the family, a boyfriend, and a bright future-until she was turned, and abandoned by everyone she loves. She takes refuge at Shadow Falls, a camp for teens with paranormal powers. It's where she and her best friends, Kylie and Miranda, heal their heartbreak with laughter, and where Della is training to be a paranormal investigator-and she refuses to be distracted. That means there's no time for romance with Steve, a gorgeous shapeshifter whose kisses melt her heart.
When a new vampire named Chase shows up at camp, Della's world is thrown into even more chaos. Arrogant and annoyingly sexy, Chase is a mystery . . . and the only mystery Della likes is one she can solve. She can't solve Chase, at least not while she's dealing with ghostly hauntings, vampire gangs and a web of family secrets. Can she prove herself as an investigator and keep her life-and her heart-intact? From bestselling author C. C. Hunter comes Reborn, the first book in a new series set once more in the world of Shadow Falls.
About the Author
C. C. HUNTER is the bestselling author of the Shadow Falls series. She lives in Spring, Texas, where she's at work on her next novel.
Katie Schorr's audiobook credits include narrating the novels in Alyson Noel's bestselling Immortals series – Evermore, Blue Moon, Shadowland, and Dark Flame. Of her work on the series, AudioFile magazine has said, "Narrator Katie Schorr has a wonderfully raspy, youthful voice, which she puts to good effect on the cast of teenaged characters."
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By C. C. Hunter
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2014 Christie Craig
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The monster charged down the moonlit alley, right at Della Tsang. Even in the dark, she could see its yellowed fangs, its stained claws, and its horns, sharp and deadly. The thing reminded her of a supersized, chubby gargoyle, but in all honesty, she didn't have a clue what it was.
Not vampire. Too ugly for that.
Maybe a rabid werewolf. She'd heard of them, but never seen one.
She tried to check its forehead to identify its pattern. Every species had one, and every supernatural could read them. This one, however, moved too fast.
One thing she did know: It hadn't come in peace. The blood-red eyes, along with the look of pure evil, warned Della of its malicious intent.
Two options. Flight or fight, her instincts screamed. Her heart pounded. Only cowards ran. Taking a deep breath, she tugged at the shirt hem of her Smurf pajamas and prepared herself for the attack.
What was she doing in an alley wearing ...?
The cobwebs in her mind cleared and she vaguely realized the third option. She could wake up.
A dream. Not real.
But even waking herself to escape felt cowardly. Della Tsang was no coward. So she allowed the nightmare to pull her in deeper, and watched and waited as the monster heaved closer. She had mere seconds.
The creature smelled of death. The huge beast barely got within a foot of her when it leapt up, twisted in midair, and pounced down behind her. Della hadn't completed her turn when the creature latched on to her shoulders. She felt a pain in the base of her neck as if a claw or fang had punctured her spine. Grabbing behind her, she buried her fingers into a mass of loose-feeling skin, and with every ounce of strength she had, she hurled the creature over her shoulder. "Take that, you obnoxious lardass!"
A loud thud brought Della fully alert. Jackknifing out of bed, her heart pounding in her throat, she saw her pillow, the object she'd just mistaken as Obnoxious Lardass and thrown across her room, sticking half in and half out of her Sheetrock.
Correction. Not her Sheetrock. Her parents' Sheetrock!
She was home on a mandatory parent weekend. Home? The word sank into her mind like a splinter.
This wasn't her home anymore. Shadow Falls was home. The camp/boarding school that the outside world thought was a place troubled kids got sent to, but in reality was a place supernatural kids went to learn to deal with being ... supernatural.
Kylie, Miranda, and all her friends were her family now. This place. ... She glanced around her old room, filled with old memories. This was where she came to be reminded of everything she'd lost.
She glanced back at the pillow and the freaking hole in the wall.
Catching her breath, she tried to think how she would explain this to her parents.
On the opposite wall stood her dresser with the attached mirror. When she looked at it, a plan emerged. A little furniture rearranging and the hole would be hidden. She glanced back at the pillow, and when she moved her head, a sharp pain pinched in the very top of her neck. Right where that damn monster had gotten her in her dream.
She reached up to rub the pain away and felt the cool stickiness. Pulling her hand around, she stared at the blood. What the heck?
Reaching back again, she felt a large pimple at the very base of her skull. Perhaps the pimple had simply been hurting and brought on the crazy dream. The smell of her own blood reminded her that she hadn't fed in two days. But bringing a bag of blood home with her was too risky.
The last time she'd come here, she'd caught her mom rummaging through her things. Her mom had looked up guiltily and said, "I'm sorry, I just wanted to make sure there wasn't any ... I have to worry about your sister."
"You don't worry about me anymore?" Della had asked. It hadn't mattered that her mom thought she was doing drugs, it was that she didn't worry about her anymore that hurt the most. Then Della had left the room before she had to listen her mom's heart beat to the lie she was about to tell.
Pushing the past back, Della grabbed a tissue from her bedside table to stop the bleeding. In a few minutes, she tossed the tissue in the garbage, pulled the pillow out of the wall, and picked up the dresser and hauled it across the room to hide her dream-induced oops.
Standing back, eyeing the newly placed piece of furniture, she sighed in relief. They would never know—or wouldn't know now. Someday her dad would find it, and he'd probably call her and tell her again how disappointed he was in her. But hell and pain later was better than hell and pain now.
Glancing up, she saw herself in the mirror and had an epiphany. She might face monsters—in her dreams and even in her real life—but the thought of facing her parents, of seeing the sheer disappointment in their eyes again, turned her into a spineless little girl.
Every change that had happened to her since she'd been turned into a vampire had been seen by her parents as a form of rebellion. They believed her to be an unappreciative, uncaring teen—probably on drugs, possibly pregnant—and out to make their lives miserable. But better to let them believe that, than to believe her a monster.
Sometimes she wondered if it wouldn't have been better to take the easy way out and just fake her death like most teens in her situation did. Losing her family would hurt like hell, but wasn't she still losing them? Day by day, bit by bit, she felt them distancing themselves from her. They barely talked to her anymore, hadn't hugged her in so long, Della couldn't remember what it felt like. And there was a part of her that missed them so badly she wanted to scream that it wasn't her fault. She hadn't asked to be turned.
"What are you doing?" The voice shattered the somber silence.
Della swung around. With her supersensitive hearing, she could normally hear her younger sister turning over in her bed. How had she not heard her slip into the room?
"Uh, nothing," Della answered. "What are you doing up?"
"I heard you ..." Marla's eyes widened. "You moved your dresser."
Della glanced back at the piece of furniture. "Yeah, I couldn't sleep and I just ... thought I'd freshen things up in here."
"That thing's heavy!"
"Yeah, well, I've been eating all my veggies."
Marla frowned. "You barely ate anything at supper. Mom's worried about you."
No, she isn't, Della thought.
Marla looked around again. "Did you ask Mom if you could rearrange your room?"
"Why would she care?" Della asked.
Marla shrugged. "I don't know, but you probably should've asked."
Della bit the edge of her lip, realizing that before she'd been turned, she probably would have asked for permission for even something that mundane. Chalk up one positive thing for living at Shadow Falls. Holiday and Burnett, the camp leaders, ran a tight ship, but they gave the students enough rope to either swing on or hang themselves. So far, Della hadn't gotten hung. Well, not hung too bad. And in the past six months, she'd grown to like her independence.
Marla walked closer. Her pink nightshirt only came down to mid-thigh. Della realized her sister was changing—growing. Now fourteen, she'd lost the little-girl look. Her long dark hair was blacker than Della's. Of the two of them, Marla looked more like their father. More Asian. That should make Dad happy, Della thought.
"Are you okay?" Marla asked.
Before Della realized what Marla intended to do, she'd touched her. Della pulled away, but Marla held her arm. "I'm fine."
Marla made a face. "You're still so cold. And you don't act like yourself anymore. You're always frowning."
Because I'm hungry! "I'm fine. You should probably go back to bed."
Marla didn't move. "I want my ol' sister back."
Tears stung Della's eyes. A part of Della wanted her back, too. "It's late." She blinked, dispersing the watery weakness. At Shadow Falls, she seldom cried, but here, tears came easier. Was it because here, she felt more human? Or was it because here, she felt like the monster she knew they'd believe her to be if they knew the truth?
"Dad's so worried about you," Marla continued. "I heard him and Mom talking the other night. He said you reminded him of his brother. He said he got cold and became difficult. Then he died. You're not gonna die, are you?"
Della pushed her emotions aside to digest what Marla had said. "Dad didn't have a brother."
"I didn't know about him, either. So I asked Mom later, and she said Dad had a twin but he got killed in a car accident."
"Why doesn't he ever talk about him?" Della asked.
"You know how Dad is, he never talks about things that hurt him. Like he never talks about you anymore."
Della's chest clutched. She knew Marla hadn't said it to be mean, but damn if the words didn't slice right into her heart. She wanted to curl up into a pathetic little ball and just sob.
But she couldn't do that. Vampires weren't weak or pathetic.
* * *
Two hours later, the sun still hadn't risen, and Della lay there, head on her monster pillow, staring at the ceiling. Not sleeping wasn't unusual. But now it wasn't just the normal nocturnal tendencies keeping her burning the midnight oil. The pimple on her neck throbbed. She ignored it. It would take more than a pimple to bring her down.
She remembered an old saying her mom used to tell her: "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words can never hurt me."
Her mom was so friggin' wrong.
You know how Dad is, he never talks about things that hurt him. Like he never talks about you anymore. Those words broke her heart.
She lay there feeling the night ease by, and then she remembered something else Marla had said. He said you reminded him of his brother. He said he got cold and became difficult. Then he died.
Marla's words kept flowing through her head as if they were important. Della suddenly bolted up when she realized why. Did he mean cold literally? Or cold as in distant? Could her uncle have been ... a vampire? Did he fake his own death to save his family from knowing the truth?
The susceptibility to the vampire virus ran in families. And she knew her cousin, Chan, was a vampire. Only he bordered on being rogue, making it hard for her to have any kind of a relationship with him.
But her father's twin ... if he was at all like her father, he would be a stern man, but a man with principles. He would be a rule follower to the point of being a hardass. He wouldn't be rogue. If ... he was like her father.
But how would she know? How could she find out with nothing to go on? Obviously her dad wouldn't tell her. Nor her mom. And she suspected Marla had told her all she knew.
Questions started forming in her head. What was his name? Where had they been living when he went missing ... or when he died? She accepted she could be wrong. Her uncle could have really died.
A memory from the past suddenly started tapping at her brain. A book. An old photo album. Her dad had pulled it out years ago to show them a picture of his great-grandmother. She remembered the old leather cover and she recalled that her father had put it in that drawer beneath the liquor cabinet in his study.
Was it still there? And if so, could it possibly contain a photo of her dad's twin? Maybe a photo with his name? She stood up, clenching her fists. She had to look. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was four. Her parents didn't wake up until six.
Taking a deep breath, she quietly walked out her bedroom door, went down the steps, and moved into her father's study. It was his room, his private space. Her father was a private man.
She hesitated and swallowed a lump of emotion. Violating his space felt wrong, but how else was she going to get answers?
She twisted the doorknob and stepped inside. The room smelled like her father. His aftershave, and maybe hot tea with special herbs with a hint of the expensive brandy he sipped on Sundays. Memories of them spending time in here together tiptoed across her heart. He'd helped her with calculus sitting at that desk. He'd taught her to play chess with his love of the game, and after that, at least once a week, he would bring her in here to play. He usually beat her. He was good. Though a couple of times she suspected he'd let her win just to make her happy. He might have been strict, and even a hard ass, but he'd loved her. Who knew his love had been so conditional?
There were no more games now. No more father-daughter time. But maybe, just maybe, if she was right, she might find a man who was as good as her father. A man who would understand the difficulties she faced. A man who might care about her now that her father had turned his back on her.
She knelt down in front of the cabinet. If she recalled correctly, the book was in the back behind her father's favorite brandy. She pulled the brandy out and reached deeper in the cabinet. When her hand touched the smooth, dry-feeling old leather, her heart beat a little faster.
She pulled it out, sat on the floor, and opened it up in her lap. She needed a light to make out the images. She remembered that her dad used to keep a flashlight in his desk for when the lights went out. She stood up, opening the drawer quietly.
She found the flashlight, but it was what else she found in the drawer that had her breath catching: the picture of her and her dad playing chess at a tournament. At one time he'd kept it on the shelf. She looked up at the bookcase where the image had once rested. The spot was as empty as she felt.
Suddenly more determined than ever to find her uncle, she went back to the floor.
She brought the book on her lap and opened it up. She turned on the flashlight and shined it at the book. The images were old, faded, and even with the light she had to squint to make them out.
Mixed into the book were some old photos of her mom's family. She continued to flip through the album, turning the pages carefully, seeing faces that somehow looked familiar even though she didn't know them. In the shapes of the faces, or cuts of chins, she saw bits of her parents and bits of herself in these people.
Almost to the end, she found a picture of her grandmother and her dad with another boy that looked just like him. She pulled back the plastic flap and carefully pulled the image out. Thin from age, it felt as if it might tear. She held her breath and gently peeled it off the album, praying that on the back she'd find names. When she turned it over she saw the writing. Her heart paused in mid-beat as she read: Feng and Chao Tsang with mother. Her father's name was Chao. Feng must have been her uncle's name. The image appeared to have been taken in Houston, which meant her uncle would have been here when he'd been turned ... or killed. But if he truly had been turned, he could still be here. In Houston. Or at least in America.
She carefully tucked the image into her pajama pocket. As she went to put the book away, she saw another picture tucked behind the flap in the back. She pulled it out. It was a group of kids, two boys and two girls. The picture was grainy, but when she looked harder she thought it was her father and his twin and two girls. One of them looked like her aunt. She turned the photo over, but no names were written on this one. Slipping the picture back, she put the book up, and was replacing the brandy in the cabinet when the light in the room flashed on.
"Shit!" she muttered and turned, completely shocked that for the second time tonight, someone had walked up on her. What was up with her hearing? She expected, or maybe hoped, it would be Marla again, but her hopes were futile.
Her father, anger in his eyes, stared down at her. "So now you have resorted to stealing your father's brandy, have you?"
His anger, even his accusation, she could have handled. It was the disappointment in his eyes that had her wanting to take a running dive out the window. She longed to get far away from him and this life she'd once loved but had now lost.
She didn't. She did what she always did with her parents. She stood up and simply let them think the worst of her, because the truth would have hurt them more.
* * *
"You're here early," Burnett said, meeting her right after she stepped through the Shadow Falls front gate after being dropped off by her mother. Her mom, who'd not spoken once on the trip. Not that they hadn't said plenty before they'd left. And not that it was anything new. It was the same ol' litany.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I'm a mom, yes, I'm a mom and I used my power of "persuasion" to read this book before my daughter :-) Okay, I bribed her with ice cream! Right away, I was pulled into the suspense and paranormal world of Shadow Falls. It begins with Della at home on a mandatory parent weekend when she learns that her uncle could be a vampire. She returns to Shadow Falls after another disappointing time with her parents with a mission: find her uncle, stay away from the new vamp (i.e. panty perv), and become the best FRU agent. Like I stated above, I'm not done, but I can tell you the story has already grabbed me with its fast yet intense pace, a strong heroine, and a book full of supernatural characters. I can't wait to finish this book!
I received an ARC from the author in exchange for an honest review. Another gem from C.C. Hunter! Della is and will continue to be a fantastically complex character. I'm looking forward to seeing what she accomplishes in the future. At the heart of the story Ms. Hunter writes about strong, confident women. They make mistakes of course, but who doesn't. How you deal with those mistakes is what defines you. The protective/overprotective males in the story do need to give it a rest, they might be physically stronger for the most part, but the women can handle their own. Della has some great new abilities coming her way, that I can't wait to find out about. The obligatory love triangle, while good for juicing up the story line, gets a bit tedious the more you read it. Honestly the love triangle doesn't interest me as much as Della kicking butt. It doesn't detract from the story though, so no real complaints there. Definitely worth the read!
This is a great story! It was so fun to go back to Shadow Falls and visit beloved characters. I was completely pulled into Della's story and can't wait to read more about her.
This book is a wonderful book . I've only read the sample ,but it caught my eye and i couldnt put it down. I don't really like reading , but i would read this book on my free time :)
Haven't read a paranormal book since The Morganville Vampire Series. Della was full of angst, secrets and didn't trust her friends. She was a tad bit immature which was frustrating most times. The story a bit redundant and repetitive. Wasn't a great read, didn't grab me but I kept on reading for $9.99. On to book 2, hope all little better. LOVETOREAD
C.C. Hunter has. Out done herself once again! I love reading the Shadow Falls series! In Reborn....the story evolves around the hard headed Vampire (Della). This story delves into Della life, and of course it includes all your favorite characters: Kylie, Miranda, Holiday, Burnett, Steve and a new comer (Chase- a sexy Vampire with attitude). Della has to deal with a lot of issues throughtout the story. She has dissapointed her parents, let her cousin Chan down, She found out that she has an uncle, a couple is killed by a Vampire; but who? A new Vampire has joined the camp (a dark mysterious vampire, and Della feels like she knows him; but ca 't place where she met him). Steve and her have a big fight, something happens to Holiday; and she must step up to the bat, Her powers are wonky, and something is happening to her. Really ....how much can one Vamp handle? There are several occasions where Della must "put onher big girl panties". I truly admire all the strength she shows in this book. Oh! I forgot to mention.....if all that wasn't enough....Della wants to join the FRU, which means she must show Burnett what she is made of. Do you think Della can handle all that? Read the book....I promise you won't be dissapointed! I honestly Loved it! I can't wait until the next book comes out.....I am waiting on pins and needles.
Love living the world through Della's eyes and that we can still share the experiences of Kylie and Miranda :) Couldn't put the book down, can't wait until October!
Excellent! This is a great read!
To be honest, i didnt know what to expect but loved it!
I have always thought that C.C. Hunter was a naturally skilled writer, She proved me right. I love all her books and have read it like 9 times each and I can't wait to see what else she has under her sleeves. You have got me yearning for more
' i hate it! It sounds like a porn star!'- Della Tsang Hannah Rose James is the baby's name. Rose is Della's middle name. She thinks it sounfs like a porn star. Lol
He was back. The demon king was back from death. ..................................................................................................................................Silver woke up tired. The 11year old boy was a simple farmer who lived with his uncle and aunt. His parents died when he was 5. He was dressed and working an hour later when there was a flash of light. He saw a glint of metal in the ground......Comment please. I am making my first fanfic here. Cool cliffhanger right?
Yes. It's that bad. Some or the most poorly written pose I've read in a while. Don't waste your time or money.
Mesterios allutip ng and buetifull best series
Reborn by C.C. Hunter is part of the Shadow Falls: After Dark series and I have to say that it is phenomenal. I absolutely love the plot and all the things mixed in. Shadow Falls the original series is one of my favorite YA series about a Boarding type of school and this spinoff is not just as good but even better. I loved the plot. There are a few different mysteries that really keep the story moving. I like that some of our favorite characters still play a big part in the goings on. Miranda and Kylie are still strong characters so it really feels like you are just stepping into Della’s shoes. I really like how things come together and by the end of the first book some things are solved but there are still plenty of questions for Eternal. Della was kick butt character in the Shadow Falls series, so I was pretty excited for her to have her own series. Della just gets better because now we are instead her head. We see where her attitude comes from and the different things she’s feeling. I love her. She is fantastic character because I felt like it was so easy to bond with. I loved how she develops as things happen to her, she admits to things she’s confused about. I like that she stays steady and holds to things she believes in. Just such a well rounded character. As far as the romance goes. For the first half of the book, even though Chase is around he’s really not in your face or anything. This is one of those complicated love triangles where I don’t dislike anyone. I love Steve for Della because he is so steady and sweet. He doesn’t let her shake him off and he keeps trying. I don’t have any problems with Chase (not like the fuming hate I had for Derrek in the first series). It’s like my loyalty is to Steve because I read their novella first and he has been around longer. I don’t know. Like I said I don’t hate Chase…...Oh it’s so complicated!!!!! So I loved the book and I’m a Della super fan. Like I said earlier this is one of my favorite YA series about a boarding school.
I feel I am friends with all the people in these stories. Enjoyed to see how they are developing and growing. Can'!t wait for the book that is due to come out this week. I will be sad when the series ends.