Shadow Kissed Book Novels & Stories

Jake said giving her a sly smirk. "Go Jacky! Go Jacky! Go Jacky!" Ben, Vanessa and Corina cheered as she walled slowly to Jake. Immediately she got closer, Jake pulled her to himself and rammed his lips to her, kissing her passionately. He ran his hands to her neck and down he trailed to it the hem of her cotton blouse. Kissing her lips, he slid his tongue into her mouth, their lips were moving in a sync. It was so heavenly that all common sense Jacklyn had awhile ago was thrown into the window.

Sylendra gulped in horror before roaming her eyes back and forth at the huge cabin of her foster brother. Taking two steps ahead. "W-who is it?" Sylendra pronounced in horror while still being attentive feeling fear striking through her spine, she crunched her shirt near her chest and torso which she was still holding to hide her nudity. She tried to cover her exposed skin and immediately opening the buttons of the shirt, Sylendra slipped her arms into the fabric effortlessly in seconds fearing to display her body more in such a dangerous and creepy situation. She buttoned the fabric on in quick manner with her shaking fingers while still having her eyes round the cabin with alertness.

Unaware of the dark creatures plan against his mate, Riven kept the Book of Shadows in a locked room, making sure Layla never set her eyes on it. But the book called to Layla. Her blood was one with it now and at night, she would hear whispers calling to her, keeping her awake. She knew the book held secrets, secrets about the owner, secrets about the past and she knew the whispers she heard every night were trying to tell her something. Something about herself. ... It was a cold night and Layla lay in Riven's embrace, deeply asleep. There was no moon in the sky and it was pitch black. The mansion was silent and the oil lamps gave out a yellowish glow in the dark.

“Wait.” Tora whipped her head toward the old woman, her voice ragged. “He’s being taken—” “Watch,” Grammy said softly. Confusion battled rage in Tora’s gut, but before she could argue, the air shifted. The shimmer was faint at first, no brighter than moonlight dancing across water. It pulsed gently between Liora and Kael’s clasped hands, rising and falling with the rhythm of their tiny breaths. The shadows faltered. A ripple moved outward from the twins, brushing against the encroaching darkness like the touch of a breeze—and where it touched, the shadows hissed. Thin cracks of light broke across the black tendrils clutching at Jax.

" Shane's gaze was icy as he looked at her, his hand falling away as he turned to his assistant with a chilling command. "Take her for the procedure. "And skip the anesthesia. She needs to be awake for this." Joanna's eyes were wide with despair, her plea barely above a whisper as she said, "Shane, can't you just...not do this? I love you, I swear. I've had other boyfriends, but I only hid them because I was scared of your anger! "Believe me, please? You're all I've got!" Shane towered over her, his voice laced with contempt as he said, "You should've been behind bars three years ago. I gave you a break.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

“So I’m your shadow now?” Damian stepped closer, eyes sharp. “You’re under my protection. There’s a difference.” The room seemed to shrink, his presence pressing in, heavy and undeniable. For one terrifying, intoxicating moment, Amara wondered if the danger wasn’t outside at all - but standing right in front of her. The man cleared his throat. “There’s more.” He tapped the folder again and slid another photograph across the table. Amara’s blood ran cold. It wasn’t her. It wasn’t Damian.

She collapsed against a tree, hand pressed to her stomach. She ran deeper into the shadows, the pack’s laughter echoing behind her, Kael’s rejection branded into her soul like his bite on her neck.

Restricted Archives. The sign should have been enough to stop me.It wasn’t.I descended. The temperature dropped with every step, until the air itself felt sealed away from the rest of the world. At the bottom, a single table sat beneath a flickering torch, covered in books that looked older than anything I had ever seen. One title stood out. The Fall of the Shadow Queens. My breath slowed as I opened it.The pages were fragile, the ink faded but still legible.Illustrations showed figures surrounded by living darkness, not casting shadows but commanding them as extensions of themselves.