Book Of Shadows Sasha Fierce Novels & Stories

The crowd growled their approval, a guttural sound of acknowledgment, of acceptance, of witnessing two wolves proving that leadership was not given—it was forged. Leadership required more than blood. It required survival. And so, the Trial of Shadows commenced. Darius and Selene were blindfolded, taken to the outskirts of the Ashen lands, left with nothing but their instincts and the silent presence of hidden warriors prepared to test them. They had until dawn to find their way back, but the path was riddled with traps— Wolves waiting in silence, ready to challenge them, forcing them into combat to prove dominance. Tests of endurance, requiring them to move without sight, relying only on sen

She was young, barely eighteen still seeing the world in straight lines, unaware that people like Keres lived entirely in shadows and twisted corners. “I don’t want to argue with you,” I said quietly. “You’re emotional. And confused.” I turned to leave but Sasha grabbed my wrist, tighter than an Alpha’s daughter should have been able to. Her pupils shifted too brightly, too focused, knowing. Her head tilted heavenward as she released a sharp gasp. It took a few seconds before she stepped back in shock. Her eyes were full of intense hatred… maybe. This girl shook her head slowly and glared at me like I was her long-time enemy “Evil,” she whispered. “You’re evil. Something dark sits inside you

Sophie tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her knuckles white as she maneuvered through the darkened streets. Alex was slumped in the passenger seat, his breathing shallow and labored. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage on his shoulder, staining his shirt. Her mind was racing, a whirlwind of fear and anger. The betrayal she felt from James was like a knife in her heart. She had trusted him, believed in him. The revelation that he had made a deal with their enemies to save her life was both heartbreaking and infuriating. Now, she was left grappling with a mix of emotions she wasn’t sure she could ever resolve.

Fenix said as Samantha nodded. “I agree on that,” she agreed as Fenix chuckled. They talked for a few moments, walking down the streets as Samantha stared at the darkening skies. Time to get going, I guess, she mused as she excused herself from Fenix before taking her leave. Samantha whistled, walking along the small trail that led to the darkened, foggy forest where the Shadow Pack lived. She was happy, humming a lullaby before her acute hearing picked up some noises behind her. Samantha stilled in her walk. Her hair rose at her nape as she felt the disturbance of energy in the small trail.

Said Kariya. “Sword Keeper, Falusia, what are you talking about, I’m not any Sword Keeper, name’s Sasha, I just wanted to wear my sister Sekora’s necklace, next thing you know I ended up here.” She said still looking puzzled. “Well Sasha thank you for bringing me the necklace.” Said Kariya, then he reached for the necklace, but just as he did his hand started hurting and he started screaming as if acid had touched it. “Shadow Reapers, take her away.” Said Kariya, then the masked cloaked figures that pulled her through the wall had carried Sasha into a chamber in Cloud tower.

Much harder than I hope too. “I can smell your fear,” he says. “It’s understandable, but don’t let it control you. This is just like every other full moon, only more painful.” “I know,” I nod. He and Bo have told me that a million times. But still, I can’t help the terror that is flooding through me. More pain, more strength but less control and stronger urges to kill everything and everyone in my path besides other wolves. Oh yeah, this is gonna be a breeze.

The Shadow Crawlers monitored the criminals and sometimes eliminated them to keep up peace between the races. Though the numbers of the supernaturals were less when compared to the human population, their strength compensated for what they lacked in numbers. A werewolf’s heightened senses came in handy in solving many crimes. Asher had assisted the local Sheriff with supernatural crimes since his younger years. As the alpha of one of the packs in the city, the Shadow Crawlers had tried to recruit him several times, only for him to refuse their offer and working as a freelancer, assisting them when he was needed.

I can see Fhoxia, she is real, she might not have a presence that I may sense BUT she is not a hallucination or ghost or a soul that this bastard claims to be! “This,” he pointed to Fhoxia from head to toe. “is not alive. Fhoxia borrowed a dead body which allowed her to use her power. She may be the messenger of darkness but she is not the danger. Fhoxia is here to point out the true danger that may affect the werewolf realm, and this is not a story I created.” “How can you know all that when this Fhoxia can’t even talk!?” What if he manipulated an uneducated rogue or something just to implement this plan?

They got to the pack house and and Asher proceeded through the back, not for once dropping prince Ryder or sparing him a glance. Prince Ryder's heart skipped beats as Asher ascended the stairs with his arms holding him firmly. The unfamiliar route reminded prince Ryder of the Golgoth Dolf. A place his father alpha Than prepared specially for his traitors. It was exactly like this, behind the pack house and up the stairs. So this is what death feels like, he thought as his heart hammered uncontrollably in his rib cage, threatening to break through any minute. No need for fighting cause there was no way on earth prince Ryder could wrestle his way through Asher, it was a lost cause.

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.