Shadow And Bone Series Novels & Stories

I plead, and she looks into my eyes, searching for any hesitation, but when she doesn’t, she drops my hands and moves away. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” My excitement is swiftly wiped away by her next words. “The shadow god is an abomination. He was never supposed to be born. He’s the product of an unholy ritual, an anomaly.”

Reaching the absolute end of the concrete maze, the narrow path finally opened up into the wide, brightly lit expanse of the multi-lane highway. Hissing through her teeth, her breath coming in ragged, painful gasps, Seven’s strength gave out the moment her boots hit the asphalt of the highway shoulder. She dropped heavily onto her knees, her vision swimming with dark spots as blood loss and exhaustion caught up to her. Before she could even gather enough breath to push herself back up to her feet, a sleek, dark luxury sedan tore around the curve, its tires screeching violently as it slammed to a halt directly in front of her collapsing form.

"He's nothing but bones now, he can't touch me. However, you, you're the one I need to protect!" …… Jim yanked the bone arrow out of his chest and strode back to the battlefront. Every city camera was live-streaming the chaos, but aside from the wind's constant hum, there was a haunting silence. It was as if the world had hit the pause button. My mom stopped her tears, eyes glued to the screen. She watched as dark clouds swirled with Haunts, their rage shredding every creature in their path. Telephone poles were ripped from the ground, their sparks setting fire to dumpsters.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden hue over campus, Charlie, Maya, Ethan, and Liam gathered in their secret hiding place, the old abandoned hedge garden behind the science building. The air was thick with anticipation; they had been waiting for this moment for weeks. The four friends had been diligently gathering information about the plot against the werewolf king, and now they were ready to share their findings with Jessica.

Baron’s mocking voice echoes across the battlefield. The moment he taunts me, I rush toward him in my human form. His hands lift slightly, and the metal beams behind him begin to tremble. With a groaning sound, the steel bends and tears apart. He hurls the heavy pieces toward me with terrifying force. I dodge each one, feeling my instincts sharpen. Every heartbeat strengthens my senses. The shadows around us come alive, reaching for me like loyal allies. They wrap around my body and lift me, carrying me through the air. I move faster, striking from the darkness, using the night to cloak my attacks. The shadows trap the vampires who try to escape, consuming them in silence.

Blood in the Keep The air fractured into shards of motion and light. One heartbeat the Keep stood solid and still—ancient stones, flickering torches, whispers of old power—and the next, it was chaos incarnate. The first of the Shadow Division emerged from the darkness like wraiths, their movements too fast, too silent. Each one was draped in armor that seemed to drink the light around them, their faces obscured behind glassy masks. I couldn’t sense their heartbeats. That was the worst part—they moved like ghosts, soundless, scentless.

EDITED: Dec 2023 The Black Shadow Pack Series ends with Stealing The Heart of My Alpha however, the short stories we all want to hear are still happening. UNDER THE MOONLIGHT: The Black Shadow Pack Mate Bond Stories is now available on this app. Part 1 will be Gamma Carlos and Shaila's Story (Alpha Caspian's Gamma) and Part 2 is a combination of Dominic/Sofia and Darvin/Celeste love story with a few snippets of Lucas/Katarina.

The Shadowline By Friday, the town had already twisted Sophie into something else. Something easier to forget. Her name wasn't mentioned out loud, not in the halls, not in the diner, not even during the long, sagging sermons on Sunday. There was no funeral. There never was. Black Salt didn’t bury what it couldn’t explain. But the Bone House held her.

Declan stands motionless by the floor-to-ceiling window, the neon glow of the city bleeding across the hardwood like liquid gold, painting his silhouette in flickering light. His shirt hangs loose, the fabric clinging to the damp heat of his skin, sleeves pushed up to reveal the corded muscle of his forearms. The faintest sheen of sweat glistens along his collarbone, catching the light as his chest rises and falls with controlled restraint. His jaw is set, a muscle ticking beneath the stubble, his shoulders taut with something raw and unspoken. I can see the pulse hammering at the base of his throat, the way his fingers flex at his sides, as if fighting the urge to reach for me.

Our forces assembled—three hundred against a thousand, students against soldiers, hope against horror. "Aria." Professor Blackwood approached. Not the twisted version we'd fought, but his sister, the ethics teacher who'd tried to protect students from the worst experiments. "There's something you need to know. The titans—they're not just powered by Moonsinger blood. They're made from Moonsinger bones." "What?" "The Shadow Council has been grave robbing for decades. They ground the bones into the armor, creating a matrix that can channel massive amounts of power. But it requires a living Moonsinger to activate fully."