Novel & Cerita Shadow And Bone Series

3: Blood on the Ice At dawn, we crossed the ravine. Tavrin found a narrow pass hidden beneath an overhang of stone and frost. We moved silently, eyes always scanning. The Bone Verge revealed itself slowly the trees disappeared entirely, replaced by monoliths of ice and bone rising from the earth like the ribs of dead gods. It was there, among the frozen ruins, that the first attack came. Shadow-wolves.

David’s confession, the shadow at the ravine’s mouth, the realization that the Bone King was not the island’s only nightmare. Jenna’s pulse had not slowed once since leaving the shelter. Even Steeve’s breath trembled in uneven bursts. Their bodies moved because David said to move, but their minds were still trapped in the horrors of the night before. And as dawn strained weakly through the canopy, it became horribly clear: the deeper they followed David, the deeper they stepped into an island that wanted them dead.

Rain Shadowbane didn’t feel like the other packs. It wasn’t just quieter. It was darker… like the sun never fully settled here, even in the middle of the day. The shadows stretched longer than they should, clinging to corners, to walls, to people. It gave the entire place a strange stillness, like something was always watching. And the people… they all looked like they belonged to it. Their skin was so pale, like the light didn’t quite touch them the same way. Their movements were softer, quieter. Even their voices, when I passed by them, stayed low.

Only the stillness of an open grave. Ellie’s signet ring didn't just glow; it shrieked. A jagged, pulsing crimson light radiated from the stone, casting long, distorted shadows across the grey dust. She reached out with her inner sight, trying to find the golden threads of the Alliance, but what she found made her stumble. The threads weren't just frayed; they were being knotted into intricate, suffocating patterns—the **Legion of Bone** was literally weaving the life force of the sleeping wolves into a shroud.

“Then we fight. I won’t run.” Ryan’s lips curved into a faint, approving smile. “That’s the spirit. But remember you’re not alone. I’ll be right here.” As the sun struggled to pierce the mist, figures began to emerge from the forest. The Shadowborn had returned, larger in number, their shapes more terrifying and grotesque than the night before. Limbs stretched at impossible angles, faces half formed, eyes glowing a malevolent violet. They advanced like a living tide, silent and deliberate, yet brimming with lethal intent.

A ferocious roar filled his ears, seemed to fill up the whole world, and he could feel the vibrations as the panther gave chase. As he started down the stairs, he tried to kick the door closed behind him but he also didn’t want to pause even for a second, and he didn’t think his kick was forceful enough to get the door closed all the way. He picked up his speed, nearly tumbling down the stairs, sure that he could feel the breath of the animal on his neck. He raced to the closest bookshelf, full of hardback volumes by Stephen King. Hoping to buy himself a little more time, he grabbed one of the thicker books—Bag of Bones—and hurled it toward the stairs just as the panther came into the librar

And in the shadows, Kain muttered under his breath: “Next time, I’m sending a damn drone, Valeria stood in the bone chamber beneath the old cathedral, surrounded by figures in crimson robes and death-white masks. The Bone Circle. One of the last ancient syndicates that had never bent to governments or kings. They didn’t whisper secrets—they bled them from the world. “I want him broken,” Valeria said. “His allies drowned, his empire in flames, and his family returned to ash.” The hooded speaker leaned forward, voice like cracking ice. “You request obliteration… for a man you once loved?”

The long bony fingers of the beast wrapped around her skin tightly, its nail dug deep on her skin. Accashia cried out in pain as the beast tried to pull her down to the sand. Its nails dug against her flesh that blood began to trickle down from the wound. She tried to break the bone of the Shadow but this one was different. The bone composition of the Shadow was different. Rugged. Durable… and almost indestructible and it made Accashia fear for her life. “Calleb!” She screamed, calling for the aid of his mate. The young man noticed that his mate was in trouble, so he immediately destroyed the Shadows in front of him by unsheathing his dark claws and laid waste to the boney creatures. “I’m co

“If he did, darling… then Ireland’s about to remember what kind of monsters we really are.” The car turned down a long gravel drive toward an old stone manor, its windows lit gold against the darkening sky. Behind them, thunder cracked again—low, deliberate, almost like a laugh. Silver didn’t look back. But she didn’t have to. Somewhere in the fog, a predator had already found her scent. SHADOWS OF REDEMPTION BOOK 2 Prologue — The Red State The hunters found him in Alabama. They always thought wolves howled before they struck. Matrix didn’t. He moved like silence with a pulse.

The blood starts pouring out of my mouth uncontrollably, I cough while splashes of blood defile the ground under me. “Don't be scared, I'm not going to hurt you”, the shade rubs the back of its hand down my cheek, “I'm just going to drain your body of its worthless life”. The shadow figure laughed maniacally in my face. I sense the thirst for blood and the hatred towards me. I start to turn to run, but my body immediately falls limp. I start to military crawl, dragging my legs across the floor.