Shadow And Bone Collector's Edition Novels & Stories

The candles flickered, casting shadows that reached like arms. Outside, the fog had returned. It crept under the cracks in the Bone House walls, quiet and slow. Underneath their boots, the floorboards trembled. Just once. A heartbeat in the bones. And they all knew: the dreams were only the beginning. Something old had noticed them. And it had started to listen.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

Shadows moved with me, not dragging behind like smoke, but flowing ahead like territory being claimed. A Corrupter charged at me, roaring; huge and armored with bone growths and madness. I met him halfway and my claws tore into his knee first— clean, surgical. He collapsed with a howl and I drove forward immediately, jaws closing around his throat as shadows forced his head back, exposing him. Bone snapped before I released him before he hit the ground. Another came. Then another. Then several dozens. And I didn’t stop. I didn’t rage. I moved through them with brutal efficiency, ripping tendons, crushing windpipes, severing spines. When bodies crowded too close, shadows surged just enough to

“Then we fight. I won’t run.” Ryan’s lips curved into a faint, approving smile. “That’s the spirit. But remember you’re not alone. I’ll be right here.” As the sun struggled to pierce the mist, figures began to emerge from the forest. The Shadowborn had returned, larger in number, their shapes more terrifying and grotesque than the night before. Limbs stretched at impossible angles, faces half formed, eyes glowing a malevolent violet. They advanced like a living tide, silent and deliberate, yet brimming with lethal intent.

she growled. “Your body is seventeen, your soul is older,” he said glancing in her direction. “What's coming for you is powerful. It could end or begin this world over. I am from an Ancient Civilization.” he stopped for a moment, “and so are you.”

EIGHTY-EIGHT: Shadow Liz on the ground of her parents’ shed. An exposed light bulb swung back and forth in a lethargic arc. Shadow. Light. Shadow. Light. A leather belt tied around her left bicep, the skin bruised. On the floor next to her was the syringe. From a hole in her arm a single line of blood oozed free. The Beast hid in the dark. She opened her eyes. Teeth chattered. A shadow that remained even when the bulb swung the world into illumination. A person so tall and far away. In the middle of this shadow, she noted the winking red eye of a cigarette.

A black and bluish smoke started to rise up from all around us. Just then, the sky turned darker. Somewhere in the distance, we saw weird looking dragon bones fly into the horizon. They were coming straight at us. As if that wasn’t enough, the werewolf corpses started to stand by themselves too. Blast it! This vampire had conjuring powers! I should have known since he had always used those dragon bones from before! “I need your carcass, Shadow wolf. They belong to me!” This was not going to be such an easy fight.

I plunged my hand into the dark, grasping a handle of frozen starlight and bone. As I hauled it out, the air temperature plummeted. The massive, six-foot curve of the Reaper's Scythe manifested, its bone-white steel humming with the screams of a thousand forgotten ghosts. I didn't run. I flickered, activating my Shadow Evasion Skill. The world turned into a gray smear for a microsecond. I reappeared in front of the girl just as the Bao-Feng's shadow eclipsed her. I swung the scythe in a brutal, gravity-defying arc.

Rain Shadowbane didn’t feel like the other packs. It wasn’t just quieter. It was darker… like the sun never fully settled here, even in the middle of the day. The shadows stretched longer than they should, clinging to corners, to walls, to people. It gave the entire place a strange stillness, like something was always watching. And the people… they all looked like they belonged to it. Their skin was so pale, like the light didn’t quite touch them the same way. Their movements were softer, quieter. Even their voices, when I passed by them, stayed low.