Shadow And Bone Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Get them to the ravine!" Shadows were pouring into the main entrance. Massive, hulking shapes with eyes like burning coals. Thorne's vanguard. A wolf the size of a bear, with grey matted fur, lunged at a young male near the fire pit. Jaws snapped, and blood sprayed across the stone floor. I didn't think. I shifted. The pain was a dull roar now, familiar and quick. My bones cracked and reshaped in seconds. I hit the ground on four paws, the silver wolf taking control.

One, just except my fate because I was tired as hell and had no will power in me to fight or fight despite my body not being fully awake because I had a daughter to life for and didn’t want everyone to come home to a lifeless body laying on the kitchen floor bleeding to death. Of course I went with the second choice because who the hell will I be if I let some intruder dressed like a damn ninja end my life. I’m the Shadow of death for god sakes so I wasn’t about to accept death so easily. So here I was crouched over the lifeless body of the mystery ninja who turned out to be a woman. Pulling the dagger out from her head, blood came pouring out staining the marble floor.

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

When Elena and I were six months into the relationship, Nina insisted I make Elena my Luna because I might break up with Elena immediately I got what I wanted. Who would dare to face the Alpha of the Poldark pack that burns down his subjects at any slightest mistake? I have only one person who can face him, which is the Lycan king, but we are at loggerheads, and he might want to use this opportunity to hook me down and make me apologize. I scratched my hair roughly for an idea to get my company back, but no idea was coming forth. Argh! I screamed in anger, throwing my phone on my couch.

The baton connected with the back of my neck, hard and final. Pain exploded through me, fast and blinding. My body gave in instantly, strength draining out like it was never mine to begin with. My knees buckled. The wall slipped away. Voices turned distant. Blurred. And just like that... Darkness took over.

And for a moment, the predatory lust in his heart was replaced by something much more dangerous: respect. "Well," Killian whispered, his own shift beginning to take over as his skin rippled with black fur and gold light. "If we’re going to die in the Gray, at least we’ll do it covered in their blood." The two most powerful outcasts in North Carolina stood side-by-side on the narrow bridge, a Blackwood Alpha and a Devonshire Hybrid, facing down an army of shadows.

CHAPTER SIX : THE FIRST DEATH Lyra woke up cold. Not regular cold. Not the kind of cold that came from winter weather or a lack of blankets. The kind of cold that came from lying on frozen ground with no pack bond to keep you warm. The kind of cold that sank into bones and stayed there. The kind of cold that could kill. She opened her eyes slowly. Everything hurt. Her head pounded. Her chest ached like someone had carved out her heart with a dull knife.

Lucian’s presence was playful, teasing, a thread of heat and warning running under the edge of fear, while Damon’s calm steadiness wrapped around me like armor. I swallowed, forcing my legs to move, stepping toward the figure. “I am not nothing,” I whispered, voice shaking, but growing stronger with each word. The shadow recoiled, flickering, then reformed with a new face: my father, angry and disappointed, echoing criticisms I thought I had left behind. “You can’t do this,” his shadow said. “You’ll fail, just like always.” Kael’s voice broke through, low and commanding. “Raine, the bond doesn’t lie. You are stronger than you realize. Trust it. Trust yourself.”

But the shard's hum echoed with my heartbeat, and my body wouldn't let me move. He sighed, sounding softer than I thought he would. Selene. Look at me. I did. His eyes were different since the fight—brighter, with a rim of light around the edges. You're not my prisoner, he said. But if you keep that thing, Veyra can follow it right to the bond between us. The word *bond* made the air crackle. He reached out slowly until his fingers brushed mine. The shard flared white. Pain shot up my arm – then a warmth, fierce. The glow surged between our hands, binding our shadows together on the floor.

Outside, the shadows deepened, and the games played by Rafa, Aera, and Ying were far from over. As he gazed into the fire, the shadow at his feet whispered promises of power, vengeance, and sacrifice. Tomorrow would demand everything—and none of them could afford to falter. ---