Corpse Party: Book Of Shadows Novels & Stories

he said. "Yes," Dravon said. Outside the window the settlement was alive and loud and building itself into something new under a sky that didn't know what was coming for it. Inside the room two people who had already survived one war stood in the morning light and decided, without drama and without ceremony, that they were going to be ready for the next one. They went to find Elaryn. END OF BOOK ONE Aldric & Dravon will return.

But then, they were dead and shouldn’t be moving at all, so there was that. Jonie snapped her hand forward and the lead corpse froze mid-stride, its flesh turning gray and brittle like ash. Then, in a whisper of pressure, it crumbled into dust. The other two were caught mid-lunge as tendrils of shadow, real shadow, slithered from the corners of the room and wrapped around their limbs, yanking them back into the doorway like unruly guests at the wrong party. Rachelle leaned over from the stairwell with a pistol in one hand.

“He’s already in the walls.” The ground quakes. Roots burst through the stone, blackened and reeking of rot. --- **Silas’s Sacrifice** The tomb trembles as I pry open the entrance. The crow dives inside, its caws echoing into the abyss. *“You’ll die here,”* the Shadow taunts. “Then I’ll take you with me,” I snarl, plunging into the darkness. The prison’s core pulses, the Shadow’s essence thrashing against its chains. The crow lands on the altar, its feathers melting into smoke.

She was nervous but also excited. Will they like her? Will they welcome her with open arms? Only time will tell as they were moving toward the village that Caleb seemed to forget to her as their group consists of Caleb, Xavier, the one with brunette hair and grey eyes, Arthur who was black-headed and green eyes, and her to the secret village that was known as Shadow Pack.

"Evie, I found something that might explain what we saw in the hallway." She opened the book, flipping through yellowed pages filled with diagrams of shadow creatures, spell components, and dark enchantments. She stopped on a page titled "Umbra Servientes"—Shadow Servants. "This passage here," she whispered, tapping a paragraph, "says that shadows can be summoned and controlled by someone with enough power to bend them to their will. But they aren’t just for show. They’re used to gather information, observe without being seen... or attack.” I felt a shiver run down my spine. “So they were really targeting me.”

Thank you for reeding <3 This book was first part of trilogy. Next part will be named "Shadows of Heart : Blood Pact". Introduction : The world teeters on the edge of chaos in the wake of the battle at Caelum's bastion. Zoe emerged from the ashes with scars that run deep - losses that haunt her and secrets that threaten to unravel her. The dark sorcerer may be defeated, but his twisted legacy lives on, spreading discord across the realms.

Because, in that endless search for the copy of the Grimoire of the shadows, we had to get into at least traumatizing situations. The points on the map drawn by Tennebris took us from a pompous neighborhood to abandoned factories. We left in disguises of human clothes and good intentions, to end with blood staining our skins and bodies laying at our feet on the ground. Bodies without a soul, because these had already been corrupted by the possession of the demons that escaped from hell through the book, because of me.

They are wearing black uniforms and a mask just like for bandits. A man wearing a black suit whispered a spell and one by one the corpse started to burn. The sound of burning corpses is loud just like the heartbeat of the children witnessed the brutality. Elise froze after seeing everything. She can't breathe. The air is suffocating and the pain in her heart is excruciating. She did not cry but once again, she was reminded. Why she hated the book “The Lazy Lucky Princess”. "Hell." That night terror begins. END OF CHAPTER 7…

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

The destruction and havoc it caused. Almost half of his pack lay dead and burned, the manor in ruins, and the black werewolf with the hollow eyes, stained black by hate, had made it out alive. Sven had been on the verge of death, but he could never cross that line a second time. Not as he was. To kill him or a shadow would mean having to bring them back to life. Only one spell could do that, and there was only one place to find it—the Book of Shadows. All roads lead back to Lansguard.