Shadow And Bone Aleksander Novels & Stories

Hot and steamy, just the way he likes it. He grabbed some bottles he saw nearby and inhaled deeply. They smelt so heavenly that prince Ryder gave out a deep toothed smile. The oils and fragrances were all he needed right now. When he was done bathing he stood in his room, naked, before the mirror as he examined himself. He looked the same, only a little sleep deprived which were greatly complimented by the sleep bags under his eyes. Accessing his body one last time, he is certain that there was not a single scar left on him. The wounds were totally healed and left no scars to show for. So alpha Ethan really was a mighty sorcerer. Rumours could have some truth in them every now and then.

Ice and I share an anxious glance before retracing our steps and sitting back down on the couch. This time, Gray and Bo sit down too. Bo takes a seat on the chair to my right. Gray sits down on the coffee table in front of us. “Like I said, Abraxas cares about blood purity,” He says slowly. “It is possible that he may… Expect certain things in exchange for the wolfsbane we need.” “What do you mean?” Ice asks. “He may want an alliance between our packs,” he explains.

"Sierra's gone with Lucas to find the feral and Chloe." Bobby's heart sank. They weren't the greatest with crowds. It was why they preferred computers and software. There could be a million people watching in on what you were doing but you were protected behind the screen. You didn't have to hear what others had to say or feel their judgement. Cliché as it was, they preferred working in the shadows. "You've got this." Alex sensed the vampire's trepidation, a hand coming to rest on their shoulder. "And I will be there to back you up. So, let's go."

"How do you know us? What do you want?" Master Shen sighed, walking closer and sitting down on a large stone chair as if he owned the place. "I am the keeper of the ancient knowledge, Alexander. I have existed long before your grandfather was even born. I taught the first Volkov how to control their darkness. And I taught the first Light guardians how to wield their power." He looked at Dad seriously. "You defeated Malakor, that is good. But you are naive if you think that is the end. The Shadow Clan I told you about... they are not like The Order. They are real demons. Beings from the abyss."

"Why not?" "Isn't it obvious? Lucian's the wildest of The Apex Four. He never shows up for training and misses out on hunting contests, and even the Valemont pack nearly gave up on him. The princess might like to break the rules, but she wouldn't go for a bad boy like him." ... Thorne overheard that, straightened his suit sleeves, and held his head high with pride. Griffin and Rafael did not seem to mind, just chilling and sipping their drinks.

Hair so black it absorbed light. And when he smiled, his teeth were white as bone and sharp as razors. "My name is Kael," he said. "And I serve the Shadow King. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance, Celeste Hartwell." He knew my name. He knew who I was. "You're one of them," I whispered. "One of the shadow creatures." "I am shadow-born, yes. An ambassador of sorts." His smile grew wider, but there was something predatory in it. "And you, sweet Celeste, have just opened a door that has been locked for centuries."

She could almost feel it in her veins, as if every shard embedded in her wrist was vibrating in recognition. “You…” she managed, her voice a strained whisper. The shadow figure stepped forward, though his boots made no sound on marble. Half his face was obscured beneath the hood, but the outline of sharp cheekbones, a strong jaw, and lips set in something between grimness and sorrow caught the gleam of the chandelier. The Shadow Alpha in human form. “I am owed through blood. And you, Zaria Blackwood, are the vessel of that debt.” Her body went cold. “I never—”

One more lie had been erased. He walked to the back of Marcus’s SUV and used a finger to write in the layer of canyon dust on the rear window: SILENCE. He then took the laminated card—the same design as the one left for Julian—and placed it in Marcus’s lifeless hand. The silk has been cut. The Shadow’s Return Silas climbed back up the ridge, disappearing into the scrub brush as the first hints of a cold, grey dawn began to bleed over the horizon. He moved with the same deliberate, unhurried pace.

And that was going to be with the fire that I was born with. Alaric looked at me, and for a second, I couldn’t help but find myself being thankful for him being by my side. To say the least, I knew that Alessandro would have weakened me, he was my weak spot, and I knew that I wasn’t going to be able to do anything with him being by my side. I was going to be scared of something happening to him in the process, and that was going to be more of a distraction for me, and I knew that he understood that very well.

I stood near the tall windows of our chamber, twisting the hem of my tunic between my fingers. Today, I would ride into danger beside Alexandro. Today, everything would change. The door opened behind me with a soft click, and I turned to find him there—already dressed for travel. He wore a dark leather tunic reinforced with steel at the shoulders, black trousers tucked into sturdy boots, and a heavy cloak pinned with a silver clasp shaped like a wolf’s head—the symbol of the Blood Moon Pack. His sword hung at his hip, gleaming wickedly even in the soft morning light.