Jesper Shadow And Bone Novels & Stories

Cassian staggered backward with the blade buried to the hilt below his ribs. Blood poured down his body. Black shadow burst from the wound like smoke escaping a cracked furnace. The thing inside him shrieked. Not human. Not Cassian. The street shook. Windows shattered. People dropped to their knees covering their ears. Cassian fell into the flooded street. Convulsing. Shadow ripped from his body in ragged waves. Clawing. Screaming. Trying to stay anchored inside him. The Bone Crown ignited. Lyra ran to him and dropped into the water.

The mixture seeped into the bone and vanished quickly. Felix picked up the bone with a slight smile. "Hah! Let's see if you can spot the difference." Aiden had surely never seen a real Dragonspine. With Felix's blood infused into it, the bone now carried a special energy that was very similar to the original. Even Felix would have trouble telling them apart without holding them. … When his doorbell rang early the next morning, Asher and Aiden were standing outside. Soon, Felix came out and tossed them the bone. "Take it and get lost. I never wanted Victor's stuff anyway. Don't bother me again."

Xavier (without turning): “That’s what the flame lied about.” Ceres (kneeling beside him): “She was like me. Fire and mist. They erased her… just like they tried with you.” Xavier (gaze fierce): “Then we rewrite the record. Together.” A wolf howls in the distance. Another answer. Ceres (tense): “That’s not just a wolf.” Xavier (rising): “No. That’s a hunter’s call.” They exchange a look. The night no longer feels safe. The Hunter’s Shadow Across the next peak. A shadow moves between ridges. Cloaked in bone leather, carrying a spear laced with glimmering threads of flame. A Flameblood hunter. His eyes glow white as snowfall.

The long bony fingers of the beast wrapped around her skin tightly, its nail dug deep on her skin. Accashia cried out in pain as the beast tried to pull her down to the sand. Its nails dug against her flesh that blood began to trickle down from the wound. She tried to break the bone of the Shadow but this one was different. The bone composition of the Shadow was different. Rugged. Durable… and almost indestructible and it made Accashia fear for her life. “Calleb!” She screamed, calling for the aid of his mate. The young man noticed that his mate was in trouble, so he immediately destroyed the Shadows in front of him by unsheathing his dark claws and laid waste to the boney creatures. “I’m co

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

“You’re drooling, Little River.” He teases lightly, and I flush. “Sorry” I murmur, but before he can say anything, something moves beside him and moves towards me as if coming in for a hug. I scream and jump back, only to take a close look… What in the Dr. Facilier shit, is this? Is that his shadow casually coming my way? “I-uh-I…” “Back.” He says, and the shadow seems to deflate sadly and then retreat into his actual shadow.

he asks me. This is a test. How much will I share and how much will I keep from them. I know once I say it, there’s no taking it back. “I’m a shadow,” I answer. Rhys’s gaze locks onto mine, mercurial and burning, and I feel it all the way to my toes. “A shadow,” Jed repeats, running his hands through his white and grey beard. “That’s a curious trait to have, young lady. And an unexpected one.” “What is a shadow?” Hope asks.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

They'd live like a hollow shell, shunned by the entire pack. As they dragged Sophia out, her once-proud expression twisted with hatred. "I hate you, Chloe!" she screamed, yet I felt nothing. It was what she deserved. She and Eddie had brought this hell upon themselves, after all. … When the meeting ended, Cyrus stopped me. He had shed every trace of Alpha pride and traded his ornate armor for plain leather. He looked at me like a guilty child, small and unsure. "Thank you, Chloe. If it weren't for you, the Shadow pack wouldn't have survived," he said quietly.

"Your bones are where they belong. Now stop thrashing like hooked fish." Zeyric slumped forward, resting his forehead against the cool wooden table as cold sweat dripped from his chin. "You said the bond is permanent. There has to be a way to dampen the trauma, or we won't last forty-eight hours against Malakor's enforcers."