Shadow And Bone Collector's Edition Novels & Stories

I moved silently like a shadow, knowing exactly where to go. My father had once spoken of a section few people ever visited. Books on the supernatural, the forbidden, and the long-abandoned bloodlines. I ran a finger across the shelves until it stopped at a cabinet tucked behind an iron pillar, half-hidden by a torn curtain. The lock was old, rusted. I sucked in a breath, drawing the blade from my boot and pried it open with a soft click. Inside, wrapped in brittle cloth and bound with a vine that had long since dried and curled into itself, sat a journal.

I launched forward, fists glowing, and with a single punch, collided with the shadow. An explosion erupted on impact, blasting me backward and shaking the battlefield. When the dust cleared and I blinked through the debris, I saw the shadow disintegrating into glowing ash, carried away by the wind. “Not bad,” Darius called from atop a nearby cliff, staring down at me. “But let’s see if you can survive what comes next.” As his voice echoed through the valley, the scattered bones around me began to rattle and move. One by one, they fused together, forming a towering monster made entirely of bones.

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.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

**CHAPTER 2** It was never wrong when they said there's no place like home. Natasha finally returned home,and arising from her bed feeling so jiggy in the wee hours of the morning. Her bedroom was quite an extravagant space designed to reflect her luxurious lifestyle and personal tastes. The color scheme leans towards girly and elegant tones. The walls is adorned with textured wallpaper, featuring delicate patterns and floral motifs, adding a touch of sophistication.

Three, two, one. The windows exploded inward as Shadow Creek warriors crashed through, along with wolves from half a dozen neighboring packs. Chaos erupted. Rogues scrambled to defend. The Collector's attention wavered for just a second as he processed the ambush. That second was all Kai needed. He shifted mid-lunge, Titan emerging in a burst of power. The black wolf was enormous, lethal, and completely focused on getting to the twins. I shifted too, Aurora taking over, smaller but faster. We moved as one without needing to coordinate, instinct and broken bond still connecting us enough to fight together.

The Emperor’s private wing stretched before us like a throat ready to swallow us whole. Torches flickered low along the stone walls, throwing long, twisted shadows that danced like fingers reaching for my throat. Darius kept his hand firm on my lower back, guiding me forward, but his touch felt more like a warning than comfort. Ronan walked a step behind us now, his boots echoing softly. That charming smile of his never left his face, but in the dim light it looked sharper, almost hungry.

--- ### The Shadow of the Moon As we walked toward the doors, leaving the warehouse behind, I looked up at the sky one last time. The violet moon was fading, returning to its dull grey color. But as the light died, I saw something moving across its surface. A massive, black shadow. It looked like a hand reaching out to grab the Earth. "What is that?" I asked, pointing upward. The Scavenger woman didn't look up. She kept walking into the snow. "That's the **Collector**," she said. "The machines realized the power spike came from here. They’re sending a 'Maintenance Crew' to fix the leak."

"SING!" The resonance hit the peak. The silver-gray mist around the puppets boiled into a cloud of gray ash. The wolves fell to the floor, gasping, their gold eyes returning—bruised, terrified, but real. A new, high-pitched mechanical shriek cut through the howling. Through the hole the Null-Drone had made, the first bone-white claw of the Collector vessel descended. It was a limb of vitrified bone the size of a transport truck, moving with clinical, surgical speed.