Novelas y relatos de Shadow And Bones

The voice from the darkness was a hook in my soul, reeling us forward into the chill. We stepped through the false wall, our single flashlight beam cutting a pathetic swath through the profound black. It fell upon bones. Not neatly stacked, but piled, heaped, a jumbled sea of femurs, skulls, and rib cages that filled a cavernous space from the slimy floor to the shadowed vault of the ceiling decades above. The Ossuary. The collective remains of centuries of Blackwood pack, their final energy a silent, heavy blanket that smothered the air and muted the magic in my blood to a faint, dying whisper.

The shadows, they swirled and sizzled, clinging to the air. I watched them throb faintly, moving forward. Arias growled, careful not to attack full on. None of us could. We had no idea what we were looking at. The shadows dissolved slightly, revealing something that resembled a hand. It was stripped of flesh, its bones visible. I stared, my eyes widening a fraction as the shadow continued to dissolve, revealing legs. Actual legs. My gaze went lower and I noticed it was barefoot, claws tipped on every nail. My jaw clenched as I dipped low to wrap my hand around the dagger I usually kept at the side of my boot. I found it with ease, whispering a silent thank you to the goddess that Keyleth had

The arrival of the "Void-Vanguard"—the original Shadow Claws now possessed by the Architects' "Liquidation Frequency"—turned the twilight into a funeral. They emerged from the violet-lilies of the forest like ripples in a dark pond, their armor a matte, scentless obsidian, their eyes two solid pools of liquid silver. They moved with the rhythmic, mechanical precision of a clockwork nightmare, their blades creating a low-frequency hum that made the vibrant colors of the North bleed out once again.

I called Morrison, gave her the address, and promised to wait for backup. Then I did not wait. Lily followed me to the building entrance, bat raised like she actually knew how to use it. The door was unlocked. Not forced open, just unlocked. Like someone wanted us to walk inside. "This is a trap," Lily whispered. "I know. But we are walking into it anyway." The interior was worse than the exterior. Collapsed floors, exposed beams, the smell of rot and rust. And underneath it all, something metallic and fresh. Blood. I followed the scent, my phone flashlight cutting through darkness. The trail led down a hallway, then to a staircase descending into what looked like a basement.

The River of Bones cuts through the landscape like a jagged black ribbon, its dark waters swollen by the spring melt, rushing violently over the limestone deposits that give it its name. I walk at the absolute head of the column, my bare arms exposed to the damp valley fog, the dark leather tunic fitting snugly against my ribs like a second skin. Beside me, Clyde matches my stride step for step, his massive frame radiating a heavy, rhythmic heat that acts as a fortress against the chill. The black shadow-energy bleeding from his skin pools around his heavy leather boots, leaving faint, charred outlines on the wet grass with every step he takes. Behind us, three hundred iron shields move in a

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.

“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.

he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. “I'm going to kill you!” she growled, trying to claw at his face. “Not today, and I'd be careful on the threats, your best friend will be next if you decide to disobey me again,” he said pushing her away. “We're always watching, now that I know how to summon you, maybe I'll punish you, there for a while,” he said before disappearing. Abey looked down at her Grandfather. The Chief wandered close by. “This is a bad omen, you must leave. You are plagued by Shadows, scat, scat.” he hissed at her.

"Keep it steady!" I regained my footing between the bags, aimed, then took another two shots. One hit his upper arm, the other his shoulder, but he kept coming, unfazed by the gushing holes. I shifted my weight onto my other foot and grinned. I might not have stopped him, but the Thornblood dipped bullets had punctured him, binding shade and host to the same satisfying fate. I fired one last time, hitting him strait between his soulless eyes.

A black and bluish smoke started to rise up from all around us. Just then, the sky turned darker. Somewhere in the distance, we saw weird looking dragon bones fly into the horizon. They were coming straight at us. As if that wasn’t enough, the werewolf corpses started to stand by themselves too. Blast it! This vampire had conjuring powers! I should have known since he had always used those dragon bones from before! “I need your carcass, Shadow wolf. They belong to me!” This was not going to be such an easy fight.