Shadow And Bone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

The scent of Kira’s blood is thick in the air, and I know—deep down—that it wants her. Why? Why her? Shadow doesn’t care. Shadow doesn’t question. She fights. We tear at each other, fang against fang, bone against bone. Blood soaks the dirt beneath us. I can’t tell if it’s mine or its anymore. And then—I see it. An opening. I go low, sink my teeth deep into its front leg, just below the shoulder. I bite down as hard as I can, harder than I ever thought possible. The shuck lets out a horrible sound—half roar, half scream.

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.

“You look like hell.” Enzo huffed a quiet laugh. “And you look like you haven’t slept.” “I haven’t.” His eyes darkened. “Nightmares?” She hesitated, then nodded. “I keep seeing it. The blood, the bodies… Diego.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “It doesn’t feel real.” Enzo leaned back in his chair, studying her. “It is.” She crossed the room, sitting on the edge of his desk. “Your men lost faith in you.”

Imade opened Natasha's eyes to the realities of poverty as they shared experiences like eating street food and using public transportation. Imade discovered Natasha's privileged status and was amazed by it. However, Natasha's father disapproved of her behavior and lifestyle, especially her involvement in parties and association with people from lower social classes. He eventually made the decision to send her overseas to pursue her studies in business administration. Natasha and Imade's friendship had only lasted for a year, but their bond went far beyond mere friendship. However, after Natasha's departure, all attempts to reach Imade proved futile. Her little phone had malfunctioned, causin

The Edge of Shadows The bitter wind howled through the ruined valley, carrying with it the scent of ash and despair. Saraphina tightened her grip on John’s trembling hand, feeling the coldness seeping through his skin. The chasm beneath them pulsed with an eerie blue flame that danced like restless spirits trapped between worlds. Around them, the remnants of a once-majestic temple lay in shattered ruin, broken pillars and scorched stone telling silent stories of betrayal and bloodshed.

“We are not finished.” Shadows moved at the edges of my vision, figures slipping with quiet menace. The Bone Seer’s smirk faltered. He was not alone. The next strike would come from where we least expected it, demanding more than courage. It would demand everything—fear, love, hope, and trust. I pressed closer to Leofric and Elira, feeling our pulses sync. The green fire and silver light collided, a storm twisting the room, bending the walls and shadows into writhing forms.

Sabastian said, pointing at the hallway furthest from them. Shadow nodded his head, length his claws, and started pulling the hearts out of every monster in his path. He didn’t say anything because he felt like it wasn’t real but he was feeling the mates bond getting stronger. He couldn’t mind link in here so he could only go by the pull he felt. He just hoped that the connection leads him to Shawna and his boys. He had never felt the mates bond with her but he is hoping that the feeling he is having is his boys calling to him. “Papa's coming boys.” Shadow said, as he and Sabastian made their way down a hallway leaving the doc and his men fighting the monsters that were still coming in from

He just hoped that the lion doesn’t rip his head off time he walk in. Shadow’s POV: Walking into the kitchen Shaw has her back to me facing the counter. I stood and stare at her for a moment. I missed her smile, she was always the quiet supportive one of the group she didn’t judge, she was just there to listen and always made her cousins feel loved no matter the reason, she was their light. But it seems as though her light has somehow dimmed or has been drained out of her and it was all my fault. I brought darkness into her life, and it has consumed the light that is her. “So, since we’re no longer together you’re going back to the silent dude who looked like he wanted to kill everyone.” Sh

I snarled at nothing, snapping up one of the sweaty wine bottles from the ice distillery and chugging the sweet metallic blood until my head was swimming. The yellowed news scroll the scribe had passed earlier in the day glinted under the white light of my diamond chandelier. My feet clogged noisily on the brownwood floors before I snatched it up. “Shit on a bloody dynamite,” My swift curse followed after I unrolled it to reveal a strikingly familiar face. ‘Kiernan Bones…New Alpha of Shadow Pack following the death of the reigning Alpha and a six-thousand Beta duel,’ “Son-of-a-bitch,” I cursed, crumbling the poster in my palm before chucking the misshapen ball into the fireplace where the fl

He carried me to our chambers, settled me into bed, and this time I did not protest. "Proud of you," he said softly, brushing hair from my face. "Terrified by you. But proud." "Good combination?" "The best combination." He kissed me gently. "Sleep, my impossible Luna. Tomorrow, we plan to expand the operation you have started. How to make Shadowborn healing available across all territories." "Ambitious." "You started it. We just have to follow through." I was asleep before I could respond. But as I drifted off, I felt the mate bond humming with satisfaction. Felt Blood Moon pack settling around me, protective and proud. Felt the four other Shadowborn sleeping nearby, their power signatures f