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The title was simple. The Shadow Races. She sank into one of the leather chairs by the window and began to read. Vampires. Werewolves. Shifters. The pages laid them all out with a stark clarity that erased any doubt, these weren’t mere stories whispered in shadows or legends spun to frighten children. The book presented them as integral threads woven into the fabric of the natural order. Detailed histories unfolded beneath her fingertips, chronicling centuries of conflict and fragile truces, ancient wars that reshaped territories, alliances forged in desperation, and betrayals that still echoed in the present day.

To my shock, they pulsed warm beneath my skin, then dissolved into nothing. The library opened to me. --- Scrolls. Tomes. Relics. All buried under centuries of dust. The air itself felt alive, thick with whispers of memory. I trailed my fingers across shelves until one book seemed to pulse against my palm. I pulled it free. The leather was cracked, its edges scorched, as though fire had tried to erase it. The pages spoke of a line called the Shadowborn. Descendants of a queen who bore two wolves—one of light, one of shadow. Her children carried both. Some controlled it. Most lost themselves to it. The line was said to be cursed, extinguished by fire and war.

But Berserk Kross was too strong. CRACK. Igris's shadow sword broke. Igris flew back into Jin's shadow, injured. For first time, Jin's shadow soldiers could be hurt. Fang, Griffin, Knight all jumped. Kross spun axe, hit all three. Three shadows scattered like smoke. Silence. The 100 on wall saw their Monarch's Legion falling. Kross grinned blood: "Your shadows are weak, little King." Jin closed eyes. He heard System. He heard Elara. He heard Leon shouting. But loudest, he heard Ren's voice from 3 days ago.

Bones I don’t remember burying. I set the book down—Camille’s journal. And next to it, I place a photograph of Avery. It feels wrong. Like I’m writing her name in the ledger of the damned. But I need answers. I need it to speak. I light the candles. Recite the words. My father’s voice echoes in my skull, a grim inheritance. “Watcher of blood… keeper of hunger… we remember.” The flames flicker unnaturally. The shadows gather in the far corner. Stretch. Reach.

" I choked out, clutching the manuscript against my chest as I backed away until my spine hit the cold stone wall. ​Gabriel smiled—a slow, terrifying curve of his lips as he stepped into the dim beam of light. ​"I told you before, little bird," Gabriel whispered, reaching out to take the corner of the parchment from my trembling hands. "There is nowhere in this town where my shadow can not reach."

Hello, lovelies! Thank you for opening this book! For those who just found/stumbled upon this book - this is the fifth book in the series, The Black Shadow Pack. Although it’s a stand-alone and could be read on its own, I highly suggest that you also read books prior to this to get a full grasp of the world I created and the characters connected to this book. For the other books in this series, here are the titles, and all of them can be found on Goodnovel.

"Let’s move before the hounds catch our scent." They slipped out of the apothecary and plunged back into the neon-lit labyrinth of the Sunken Market, navigating the slick, rain-washed cobblestones where street alchemists hawked glowing potions and hooded figures traded stolen spellbooks under flickering iron lanterns. The damp, heavy air pressed against their chests, but the dampening draught Kaelin had given them earlier kept the worst of the soul-bond's acute physical agony at bay, dulling the friction between their auras into a low, steady hum.

"Your power is coveted by many, not just Sorin. Light magic is one of the few forces that can counter shadow magic directly. In the wrong hands, it could upset the balance that keeps our worlds separate." We crest a small hill, and the full expanse of the Hidden Bowl spreads before us—gardens giving way to orchards, then forests, a lake gleaming in the distance, and beyond it all, those shimmering mountains. I can see other buildings scattered throughout—small cottages, what might be training grounds, even what looks like a marketplace in the distance. "So I can never go back," I say, the realization settling like a stone in my chest. "To my old life. To being normal."

he murmured, enjoy her chuckle against his chest. A cabin, a huge structure that continued to be added to had sprung up from the ground. The tall tales Lucien told the children of hidden gold and winding roads were surprisingly true. The drive through to the Shadowlands had been hard going, it took weeks to get there safely, avoiding White Forest territory but the bikes had kept going right until they arrived at his village. The scarred, burnt ruins of his childhood home had shocked them both. Bella had held his hands as they explored the wreckage of so many years ago. He described his favourite places so powerfully she could see them alongside as the charred wood.

Hear a random voice; check. Find an abandoned tower deep in the woods; check. Release an ancient shadow god; check. Release the ancient shadow god from a centuries old debt; check. Be fucked by said shadow god and left to clean up the mess he made; double check. My night was just one weird fucking mess…