Books Like Shady Hollow Novels & Stories

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

My senses, sharpened by months of hiding, picked up the faintest edge of motion before anything even registered in my mind. I pressed myself against the crumbling wall of an abandoned house in the outskirts of Crimson Crescent. Moonlight spilled across the cracked rooftops and shattered windows, painting the ruins in pale silver. The village was empty, silent—perfect for hiding. Perfect for a trap if I dared. Silas crouched beside me, his shadow blending seamlessly with mine. His presence was a reassurance, though he didn’t need to speak; I felt the tension coiled in him like a living thing. Nyla was across the street, crouched behind the skeletal remains of what used to be a market stall, h

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—”

“You know one crazy fact about this? Y’all never listen to me! You always appear in front of me without Mateo.. It can never work that way!” He said and then gulped a glass of water down his throat. My mind immediately went back to our time in Miami and I swallowed heavily. “And one more thing none of you has ever come here to ask the whereabouts of your parents.. It..” “That is none of your business, Lawyer. That is between us, huh?” Harris said with a calm smile and he held my hands. “You know what? I know there is a dark secret about you, Mike, and I will find it out soon.”

The title etched on the cover caught my eye, sending a chill down my spine: The Lineage of the Blackhollow Coven. Curiosity and unease warred within me as I opened the book. The pages shimmered faintly, a subtle glow that hinted at the magic infused within them. It wasn’t just a history - it was alive, recording the lives of those within the Blackhollow bloodline as they unfolded. My breath hitched as my name appeared in delicate, glowing script, right above Aurora’s. The sight made my heart ache and swell simultaneously.

Navigating the dark woods in the pouring rain was far from easy but Wade had every emotion in the fabric of his being keeping him going. Another source of light appeared at the far end. It was an abandoned cabin in the middle of nowhere. Wade had a feeling that he had arrived. He stopped the car in the dark and abandoned it. Other than the light inside, there was nothing about the cabin that gave a hint that it wasn't completely abandoned. Wade stepped out of the car and blended into the darkness. His body shivered the moment the cold drops of rain touched his skin. He wasn't equipped to deal with it, nor did he care about it. All he could think of was Cody’s loyalty, Freddie’s motor mouth a

Dust clung to everything, and the dim lighting made it feel more like a tomb than a library. I found a small table in the corner and set my bag down, then started browsing through the shelves. It didn’t take long to realize that most of the books were about standard small-town fare—local history, genealogy, that sort of thing. But buried between the boring volumes on family trees and tax records, I found something a little more interesting. Legends of Blackthorn Ridge. The book was old, its spine cracked and its pages yellowed with age. The title alone made my pulse quicken with anticipation. I pulled it from the shelf and sat down at the table, flipping it open.

Lucas tried to stop me, but I shrugged my arm out of his grip. I walked further into the cave with him right beside me and as soon as we turned around a bend, I stopped in my tracks to see a group of vampires there. Lucas growled and they hissed back. But I didn’t move. I stood there staring at them. “Stop.” I demanded. And Lucas looked at me weird. I grabbed his phone off of him and I shone the light on the vampires. Who all had muddy brown eyes, not the typical crimson red eyes that all the other vampires have had.

Jamal cherished their friendship dearly, unaware of Natasha's growing desire for something more. One Wednesday morning after a rigorous gym session, Natasha's car halted in an unfamiliar neighborhood. Rain started pouring heavily as she struggled to diagnose the issue. Her attempts to call for help were thwarted by a lack of signal, leaving her stranded. Fortunately, fate intervened as Jamal jogged by, recognizing Natasha and offering his assistance. He shielded her from the downpour and inspected the car, realizing it was beyond his expertise he then suggested they head to his nearby house while the rain persisted. Upon arriving, Natasha was grateful for his hospitality as he provided her w

Her calmness drew panic inside me. "Babe, you need to come now to my apartment. I'll explain later. Most importantly, Ally needs to get to the club." She put the phone into the pocket of her gown. A few minutes had barely passed when I heard a tap on the door. Sandi looked concerned, asking what had happened. The clock struck eight. Shirley rushed us to go to the club before we missed the golden chance to meet Tyler Banks. Shirley calmly walked to the bloodied bat beside the man and grabbed it, smearing the dried blood on her hands and clothes.