Jesper Shadow And Bone Novels & Stories

“Heh… Atlas is just venting his anger for Naomi. You’re just a bodyguard under his command. Why not switch sides and join us in Wicked Talon?” Backed into a corner, Jax knew the only way to save himself was to offer an enticing deal. But the moment those words left his mouth, the men burst into laughter. Shadow Reaper sneered in disgust, then stepped forward and shot directly into the wound on Jax’s leg—this time, right into the bone. “Ahhh!” The pain was unbearable, and Jax passed out instantly. Shadow Reaper remained unfazed. If their boss hadn’t specifically ordered they take a leg, he would’ve gladly sent the man straight to hell.

A voice I knew all too well suddenly chimed in on the conversation with my father. I glanced up, a mischievous grin playing on my lips. "Oh, has our esteemed Bright Moon pack's Alpha, Mr. Ellis, not mastered the art of management yet?" Theodore Ellis, the Alpha of the Bright Moon pack, had been my closest friend before Malcolm came into the picture. His dad was not exactly a whiz at running things, and they would often come to my dad for advice.

I snarled at nothing, snapping up one of the sweaty wine bottles from the ice distillery and chugging the sweet metallic blood until my head was swimming. The yellowed news scroll the scribe had passed earlier in the day glinted under the white light of my diamond chandelier. My feet clogged noisily on the brownwood floors before I snatched it up. “Shit on a bloody dynamite,” My swift curse followed after I unrolled it to reveal a strikingly familiar face. ‘Kiernan Bones…New Alpha of Shadow Pack following the death of the reigning Alpha and a six-thousand Beta duel,’ “Son-of-a-bitch,” I cursed, crumbling the poster in my palm before chucking the misshapen ball into the fireplace where the fl

Shadows didn’t seem to obey the light here — they crawled along the ground like living things. “This is the Bone Realm,” Draven said, voice grim. “And it wants us to lose ourselves.” Something about his tone made my skin prickle. “Lose ourselves?” He glanced at me, gold eyes sharp. “It gets in your head. Twists things. You forget what you came for. You forget who you are.” I laughed — short, brittle. “You’re joking.” But then the air shifted — and I smelled smoke. Not just any smoke. Veyne smoke. The resin-sweet scent of my home’s hearthfires.

Noah’s hand rose slowly, his fingers threading with mine, gripping tight like he was anchoring himself back to the present. “I won’t let him take you,” he said at last, his voice a vow carved in stone. “I know,” I whispered back. Silence hung for a beat, heavy and fragile, until Tito cleared his throat, his presence always carried weight, the kind that commanded respect even in the most broken moments. “Enough,” he said. “The boy’s right, Jasper's playing a game of shadows, but shadows can be hunted, we regroup, we refocus, and we strike.”

" Sarah sobbed, smacking herself in the face. I did not have time for her drama. I walked right up to Wade, who looked like he had seen a ghost. "Wade, all this plotting… What was the point of it? Just because the Jones Group snagged that huge Twilight City project you've been drooling over for three years? "By taking me down and gobbling up the Jones Group, you think the Wadewell Group will be the last one standing, huh?" Wade's gaze turned dark and menacing as he whipped around to face the reporters who were still trying to catch up and bellowed. "Don't listen to her! She's making all this up, trying to throw you off the scent! Are you going to let this heartless tycoon walk free? Stand wi

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.

“Unleashed like... blood rage or leash removed?” “Unleashed like no more training wheels, sweetheart,” Charlie said with a wink. “She’s going to show you the truth of your spirit — and it’s going to scare you. But you’ll be fine. Probably.” “Probably?!” Gunner muttered. Charlie ignored him and turned to Isolde. “Eirava and Zethra. Blood and Bone. Shadow. Yours is the magic that unnerves the dead. You’re the one who’ll have to get closest. You’ll walk into her dark, because you’re the only one who can survive it. But that means you’ll be dancing with your own past again. You good with that?”

As the mist was getting closer I could feel the goosebumps rising on my skin and the hair stand up on the back of my neck. "Shift now. Something isn't right." I say. "Agreed. You go first." Tyler says. So I had to block everything else out. I concentrated to picture myself with paws and a snout and fur and then it started happening. I let out a scream when the first bone broke and rearranged and then the next and the next. It took about 10 minutes for me to shift which was really painful but as soon as it was over, Tyler shifted in seconds and we both took off into the woods.

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.