Shadow And Bone Fanfic Novels & Stories

But his voice wavers—just a little—and that’s what makes me take one step closer. Before I can respond, I feel the strength of the shadows encasing me. A sharp pain courses through my body, and for a moment, the darkness swallows me whole. But then, Shadow’s hands wrap around me—steady, relentless. His energy flows into mine, merging with it, and for an instant, all I feel is him. His love, his rage, his pain… everything. It’s as if our souls are intertwined so deeply we cannot live without each other. “I told you I didn’t care what happened,” Shadow replies, his eyes blazing with overwhelming intensity. “You won’t tear us apart. You can’t.”

We can see through the darkness luckily because so can Bane and his men apparently and they advance as soon as the fog covers the whole area. ‘Now Tristan.’ I mindlink our Beta, and he howls from somewhere to my left. Shadow rubs his head against Dawn, and she reciprocates his affection before the first rogue is over us. Shadow takes him down without a hitch, tearing his throat out. Another rogue comes at us and Dawn makes short progress, killing him as well, throwing his body into an advancing Bane.

Just leaving her in my room, sleeping peacefully, to attend this morning's meeting had physically pained me now they wanted to send her to a different place entirely. I paced, wringing my hands. "The mate bond is new to Maddox," Lena said softly standing to hold my hand. "You won't take her away from me," I snarled. Shadow paced in my mind, fighting me for control. I didn't need him to speak to me to know what he wanted. Shadow wanted what he always wanted. He wanted to fight, to rip apart anyone that stood between him and the thing he loved most in the world. Before Kayla that was his pack but now, nothing and no one not even the safety of his pack would stop him from being close to Kayla.

“I felt pieces through the bond but I want to understand it the way you do.” I sat at the table and he took the chair across from me. The bond stayed wide open. I described the stones in detail. Tall and weathered. Covered in runes that pulsed red like fresh blood. The ground around them cracked as the shadow moved beneath. The voices sounded old and layered. They warned that the bloodline had kept the shadow contained. When the rejection happened and the bond fractured the shadow had stirred. Now that the bond had strengthened again the shadow pushed harder to break free.

2. Shadow couldn't sleep, not when his daughter was out there somewhere, with a madman looking after her and a hoard of vengeful vampires waiting to attack, so he waited until he heard Onyx come home, and as soon as his door closed Shadow gently untangled himself from Bella's embrace, snuck down the hallway and out into the night air. He phased fluidly into his wolf, and Malik stretched his legs quickly racing into the forests for the sheer joy of it.

I needed distance. “You’re being an idiot,” Shadow’s voice rumbled. “Our mate is in school, and you’re here, sulking.” I groaned and sank deeper into my bed, clutching my pillow like it could somehow muffle him out. “We can’t be around her every second,” I snapped. “You know what happens when we’re close. I lose control. You lose control.” “And staying away is working out great, isn’t it?” Shadow sneered. “Because I’m definitely losing it more right now. The bond isn’t going to weaken just because you’re hiding under a blanket.”

It didn’t even move. Instead, it stepped closer. “Choose, Rory. Or I will.” The mark on my palm burned so hot it felt like my skin was tearing apart. The bonds flared, Kael’s sharp like a blade, Thorne’s warm but fading, and Riven’s dark and steady. I couldn’t lose them. Any of them. “I can’t,” I whispered, falling to my knees. “I can’t do this.” “Then watch,” the shadow said. The shadow struck. Not with claws or teeth, but with my own fire. A black-and-silver flare of heat lashed out, slamming into Kael. He cried out, staggering back as his bond to me screamed with pain.

Slowly, inexorably, the shadows began to shrink, their whispers fading as the bond asserted itself. Kieran pressed his lips to her temple. “You are more than the fear,” he whispered. “You are more than the shadow. You are the light. And I am with you. Always.” Aria drew a deep breath, feeling the rhythm of the heartbeat within her echo outward, connecting to every member of the pack. The shadows screamed as the bond expanded, silver-gold light filling the mist, wrapping her, Kieran, and the entire fortress in a radiant cocoon of protection and power.

Her eyes fly open, but she sees nothing, pupils blown wide with shock. The bond explodes between us like a star being born. I drop to my knees, unprepared for the sensory onslaught. Across from me, Rain does the same, a strangled sound escaping his throat. Dawn's consciousness floods into mine—fragments of her fear as she faced Sorin, her wonder at Rain's dragon form, her confusion and pain as the shadow magic drained her light. Beneath those immediate sensations run deeper currents—her determination, her loneliness, her hunger for belonging.