Book Of Shadows Sasha Fierce Novels & Stories

It sent a shiver to run down her spine but she still decided to follow it. Footsteps. Loud and slow. When Alexandra turned around she saw a men walking slowly and confidently towards her. Immediately Alexandra took off after it in a sprint and when she finally was close she swung her blade. The men blocked the swing of her arm and pushed her on the chest, sending her flying and hitting the wall. Shee got on her feet and was then again pushed against the wall. Alexandra looked up and the men had it's hood up, making it impossible for her to see who it was. She had to admit this men was stronger than any other she's fought. Alexandra could see its hands and was enough for her to know it was a

I lay there breathing rapidly as if my heart were about to jump out of my chest. The shade stands above me, waving its claws in front of her face. I feel the air around me getting thinner, almost as though I was smothered. I can feel pressure in my stomach as I lie there afraid of the shadow in front of me. I can feel the pressure begin to shift towards my throat, which makes it hard to get air. Something's going on in my mouth. I open my mouth when I see a finger coming out forcefully by striking a tooth from the mouth. I open my mouth wider when the fingers emerge from my mouth like a spider. I'm terrified, I start to scream a stifled scream. My eyes were wide, my anxiety through the roof.

The coming storm would be a big one, but not as big as what they were about to face. They nodded their heads in agreement. Their Tasers and flashlights were in their hands and Eli and Mark both carried backpacks, filled with chains and ropes. ‘She looks even stranger than normal,’ Sybil said, casting her flashlight Janice’s way. She shielded her eyes as the light hit her face. ‘It’s like she’s drugged.’ From the inside of her jacket, Faye pulled the dagger Mathilda gifted her. Holding it, she felt its connection to her, its power, its thread woven through time.

“That smoke—it’s alive.” Aurora’s silver eyes narrowed. The creature’s aura pulsed in sync with the forest’s hum, amplifying the clawing sensation in her mind. “It’s not natural,” she mindlinked. “It’s like the land’s been corrupted—by Nightshade.” The creature lunged, its claws slashing toward Aurora. She dodged with preternatural speed, her wolf’s agility saving her as the claws raked the earth, leaving scorched marks. Mikhail charged, his massive form colliding with the creature, sending it sprawling. Liam and Rylan pounced, their teeth snapping, but the creature’s smoky form flickered, evading their attacks with unnatural grace. Aurora’s heart pounded as she circled, feeling the creature

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

Her movements were stiff, mechanical, like every motion she made felt monitored. I studied her carefully. She didn’t look at me. Not once. But I saw the dread etched into every twitch of her shoulders, every shallow breath she took. It radiated from her, this quiet hopelessness, and in it I saw a mirror of myself, Rae Ross —my struggles, my encasement, my current inevitable feeling of hopelessness. But right now, I was Elena Caro. And Elena wasn’t supposed to cower in the corner of a dim room like a prisoner.

They were probably drinking and dancing while I was bleeding in a cave. "I promise," I thought, my wolf's voice echoing in my head. "I will make them regret the day I was born. I will make them crawl." We left that night. We traveled far away, to the big city where the humans lived and the supernaturals hid in the shadows. I changed my name. I threw away my glasses. I spent every single day lifting weights, fighting in underground pits, and learning how to lead. Five years. Five years of silence. I became the "Shadow Queen," a mystery woman who owned half the city’s businesses and the most dangerous mercenary pack in the world. I was rich. I was beautiful. And I was deadly.

“The gold thread was a leash. They didn't just reject us. They set us free.” ​I looked at my hands. In the darkness of the Hollow, away from the prying eyes of the "Sovereign" wolves, my skin began to shimmer. It wasn't the warm, golden glow of a Blackwood shift. It was a pale, violet light that seemed to bleed from my very marrow. ​“The South is rising,” Sasha growled, her mental form standing up from the ash, her fur elongating into silver needles. “Let them have their stone houses and their silk dresses. We are going to the place where the shadows are made.”

SASHA’S POV __________________________________ I’m crouched in the dark behind a stack of rusted barrels, the warehouse district smelling like damp metal and broken glass. The air’s cold, heavy with mist, and my knife’s tight in my hand, the blade catching the faint glow of a streetlight flickering through cracked windows. My heart’s pounding, my green eyes scanning the shadows. I’m Sasha, twenty and trying to be pack, not a hunter anymore, but my past is catching up. Jerry’s back at the mansion with Levin and Debby, safe after our alley fight with Tara and that creepy herald. Morgana, the Lykaon cult witch, is out there, her spell messing with the fake shard we locked up and pulling at Jerr