Book Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Her grief gave birth to the wrath that tainted her as the change took hold. It wasn’t long before she caught up with Daniel and the others. Her mind went to Ava. The woman told her of a plan. One that would see Penny being whole again. Ava needed to live. She needed to retrieve the Book of Shadows. Everything rested on her and the book. What the rest of them had to do was stay alive and keep each other safe. The shadows used themselves as projectiles, rocketing towards Penny. Since they could not render her soulless, they came at her to cause physical injury. Penny allowed her anger to feed her strength.

Narrator's POV A few years ago, Flashback "The Book of Shadows is what I need to restore me rule over this dimension". "What is this book anyway? " "The Shadow Mythos. Whoever has this book in his possession can conquer the world. The Shadows empowers, sustains and makes everyone bow". Harver didn't understand a word. "The Lioness sent me on a secret mission to help you find a book that might be a myth". "Its not a myth. My grandfather once willed the book".

"There's more to this place than meets the eye, if the Keeper was correct." With the crystal in her palm humming with a nearly frenzied energy, Zara walked over to the pedestal. Her fingers brushed the book's cover as she extended her hand. The shadows then sprang to life. Chaos erupted in the area as shadowy creatures burst from the walls, their shapes shifting and twisting like nightmares. Zara fumbled for the book as Kael leaped into action, his blade slicing through the darkness. "Zara, get moving!" Kael's voice was keen with urgency as he shouted.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 1: The Departure The carriage door closed with finality that echoed through her chest like a death knell. Through crystal-clear windows enhanced with court magic far beyond territorial capabilities, she watched Shadoweave's spires fade into pre-dawn mist. Each familiar landmark disappeared with the inexorable permanence of choices that couldn't be unmade.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

I pulled it out and saw it was a book on shadow wraiths. Intrigued, I carried it back to the table. It was already getting dark outside, so I lit a candle, the small flame flickering in the drafty room. There was a large mirror directly opposite me on the wall, and it reflected the light in a way that kept catching the corner of my eye. I found it annoying because I was just getting to an interesting part of the book, but the glare wouldn't stop. I tried to ignore it, focusing on the text about spirits that could mimic human forms.

A low, hollow groan rose from deep below, like something huge waking up after centuries. “This way,” she said at last, pointing down a path swallowed by thick shadows. “The book’s calling us… but its guardians are calling louder.” We kept moving, and the darkness closed in tighter, shapes flickered at the edges of my sight, twisted figures with empty eyes, crawling low or dangling from bare, dead branches. Whispers slithered into my ears, dozens of voices at once, saying my name, laughing at me, promising power, promising pain. I clenched my fists and forced my legs forward.