Book Shadow Of Night Novels & Stories

Shadows of Destiny The courtyard of Darkfang Keep was a graveyard of silence, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and the faint hum of the relic still clutched in Elara’s hands. The loyalists’ bodies lay scattered across the stones, their rebellion snuffed out in the shadow of the blood moon. Its crimson light throbbed overhead, a heartbeat in the sky that quickened Aria’s own pulse. She held Rollan close, his tiny frame pressed against her, his soft whimpers cutting through the stillness. Then it came—a howl, low and mournful, rising from the earth itself. The ground trembled beneath their feet, and the torches lining the walls sputtered, casting frantic shadows that danced like s

​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head. ​Through the rain-streaked glass, his dark eyes locked directly onto mine. A slow, terrifying smile spread across his sharp features—the exact same cold, predatory smile that had haunted my nightmares every single night. ​He raised one gloved hand, made a slow, mocking gesture of greeting, and stepped back into the shadows of the carriage.

"The Blackwood Project was never about wolves. It was about making a body to hold the Void.. Your little boy? He is the body." The Shadows closed in on Leo. The library doors shut behind them. They were locked in with the ghost of a King and a truth that was scarier than the darkness outside.

A kingdom that looked like what it was — something dead pretending to live, something wrong pretending to be a world. He crossed into vampire territory at dawn, three days out from the human palace, wearing the plain clothes of a travelling servant and carrying papers that named him Renn, employed by a merchant house that did not exist. The border wasn't marked with walls or watchtowers. Just a shift in the road — the stones better-laid, the trees on either side older and unmolested, and a quiet that was different from the quiet he was used to. Not the quiet of absence. The quiet of something that had been left alone long enough to settle into itself. He kept walking.

The body of the girl lay twisted among the roots, and the boy—no, the thing wearing his skin—lifted its gaze toward the town lights glimmering in the distance. The shadow had found its vessel. And now Ashwood itself would bleed. —

But another part — the part that still remembered who she was before all of this — screamed for her to fight. She took a step back. “You want me to be your queen? Then prove you deserve me.” The shadow blinked, startled. Then it smiled, wicked and sharp. “Very well.” With a snap of its fingers, the night exploded. The ruins shook, stones cracking, the ground splitting as dozens of shadow-creatures erupted from the earth — wolves made of smoke and gold-eyed beasts with claws like sickles. The shadow’s voice rang out like thunder. “Survive until moonset, and we will speak again. Fail—”

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

Ray stepped back, muttering something about needing a nap, and I slipped inside. The scent of parchment and old wood welcomed me. I walked past tall shelves and dusty corners, making my way toward the far end of the room. Elder Nyra had told me about the Book of Shadows. Said it held secrets about the moon and its connection to me. I had searched for it throughout the years but could never find it. I might as well check. I was scanning the shelves when I heard them. Voices. Two girls. Just behind the next aisle. “We have to go,” one said. “If we get caught—”

Liam is quick to pull me flush against the wall of the cinema building, shielding me from the hysteria with his body. “It’s a Shadow attack!” Someone shouts, their words causing my body to freeze and blood to run cold. Peering over Liam’s shoulder, I spot two shadows, their tall frames standing at nearly seven feet towering over a she-wolf whose body sported deep, bleeding gashes. The Shadow with long flowing black hair and crimson eyes sneers, licking the blood of the she-wolf from his claws with a forked tongue. “Who would have thought Ottawa would be easy to enter once all the snow began to melt?” His companion chuckles out, his voice distorted with a gurgling.

The Shadowborn stood silently behind them, a solemn reminder of the seriousness of the situation. "We shall put an end to this shadow," Xander proclaimed with a steady voice. "We plan on bringing back the brightness." The form in front of them, representing the shadows, chuckled. The chilling echo of its voice resonated throughout the chamber. "You will not be able to overcome me." I will exist forever. I am the darkness that will engulf everything. In a sudden, quick movement, the mysterious figure released a burst of power. Xander and Eva responded simultaneously, their combined light creating a shield that diverted the assault. The collision of powers caused vibrations in the chamber, sha