Shadow And Bone Aleksander Novels & Stories

For a second, I see my shadow stretched long and twisted on the wall, like a monster chasing me. Then dark again. I keep moving, one hand on the wall for guidance, pulse racing faster with every step. This is ridiculous. I’m Livia Harper-Kane. Ice Queen. I don’t scare in the dark. But the dark feels like him, silent, inescapable, waiting to swallow me whole. Halfway down the hall, another flash. And there he is. Alexander. Standing ten feet away, shirt unbuttoned at the collar, a single candle in his hand casting flickering shadows across his face. The flame dances, turning his gray eyes to molten silver, carving deep lines in his jaw, making him look like something summoned from the storm.

he commands. So I do. “I am Alejandro. Son of two worlds. Born of betrayal, raised in shadow. But I carry the flame of the Bloodfang, and I do not hide it.” The grove responds. The ground trembles. The whispers stop. The Ashbane glows brighter. Its thorny stem uncurls. But it does not release. Not yet.

I let my power recede into me slowly, freeing them from its forceful hold. “Yes, Alpha,” they replied in unison, their head still bowed. “Who?” I asked, turning to my Gamma. A growl escaped Nikolai’s lips. I already knew who the person was. “Declan Hale.” There it is. That fucking name. The Creed Pack called him The Shadow. He was a ghost. An assassin for hire. People whispered his name in secret like he was some god. But to me, he was just a feral mutt that needed to be exterminated.

"You are just a 'Draft'!" "I'm as real as the ink in his hand, Alpha," the Shadow-Heir replied, pointing his scalpel at Kaelen. "The 'Reader' loves a comeback, don't they? Well, I'm the biggest comeback of all. I'm the 'First Rejection' seeking its second chance." He lunged. He didn't move like a wolf; he moved like a "Glitch," appearing and disappearing in bursts of grey static. He struck at Silas, the rusted scalpel carving a thin, silver line across the Alpha’s gold-and-sapphire shoulder.

man bun retorted. “Dickhead” freckles rolled his eyes. “Is that what I pay you for?” a menacing voice echoed from behind. I’ve heard that voice before. The water had finally dried off from my eyes a bit so I could see clearer than before. After a few blinks, I realized who it was, the Alpha: Shadow Rael. The third man had very pale skin, jet black long wavy hair with streaks of silver, matching silver-coloured eyes, and he wore a silky black button down shirt with rolled up sleeves and office trousers that looked as though they were custom-made for his body.

A smile made its way onto my face as I thought about my few hours at the house. “Everything and everyone is amazing. Thank you so much Alpha Jamie! Words cannot begin to describe how grateful I am that you welcomed me into your pack.” I told him sincerely but he dismissed it immediately. “I am glad that you accepted my invitation. You are a very strong wolf Allison. I have been doing some research about black wolves and I have come up with some information that may shed some light. One of my books here says that every Century a black wolf is born, the wolf is known as the Shadow Wolf since it is pure black. The Shadow wolf possesses certain abilities and gifts bestowed upon by the Moon Godde

Alexander raised his hand, his entire arm enveloped in sword aura. Sensing the killing intent, Shadow turned and leaped into the turbulent waters of Drakebay River. To live, he had to be decisive. Alas, he was too slow when a sword aura pierced through his left chest. Only a corpse fell into the icy river. "Still tried to look tougher than he was," remarked Alexander, dispersing the energy around him and confidently turning back. With his level of strength, even taking a full-force hit would be fatal. "Mister Kane, thank you..."

The ringing sound of the doorbell follows. “Coming!” I get up and head to the door to find out who it is and what the person wants. I can't think of anyone who will be at the door this late at night. “How can I help you?” I question, scanning the unfamiliar figure I meet behind the door. His All-black clothing makes me instantly suspicious of him. “Are you Valery Hale?” The stranger asks back with his hands behind his back. How does he know my name? “Yes. How can I help you?” I ask again, still trying to decode his intentions.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit. Next to me stood Kalel Wildmaw, the Alpha of Glaciercrest Pack, whom I just knew. His voice was gentle as he asked, "Are you tired?" I wiped the sweat from my brow and smiled. "No, I've never felt this free." The cold air filled my lungs with each breath. With every step, I felt the blood inside me boil. It was as though my dormant instincts were awakening little by little. This was the world of werewolves—the place Dad had always dreamed of.