Shadow Of The Gods Book 3 Novels & Stories

He asks, “While you think of something to choose, I’m gonna get something. Stay here.” Goldie watches Darryl walk away from him. He stands still for a moment, before looking at the books that surrounded him. He notices a book that is not much bigger than his hand. The cover is simple, with nothing but the illustration of red circles within a circle at the bottom half, and the name “Dante” written on the top half. He picks it up and inspects it, trying to read other words on the back of the book. He was able to process some of the words, but could not understand the whole paragraph.

Chandler's legs gave way, and he sank to the floor. He stared blankly at the blood-covered flesh on his hand, murmuring, “It’s really her, it’s really her… “How could this happen?” He asked as he gazed at Ben, his eyes bloodshot, panic and anger surging within him. With a wave of his arm, he sent everything nearby crashing to the ground. Then, he seized Ben’s collar. “Bring me all the data on A167!” His voice trembled as he sank into despair. “Wasn’t it said that the special drug was supposed to be effective?”

Am I going to die? "Seems as though you find the bookshelf to be a world full of chocolates and cakes, no?" His voice continued, sinister. I turned around, blanketing my nervousness and caution towards him. He took a step towards me and I felt myself shift back. I was scared and I couldn't deny that. Somehow, I could tell he knew I saw the gun, his eyes seemed even darker. "S-" I couldn't get my words together, even my nerves weren't working at this point.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

If you are here from Cursed by the Gods: Cleopoda you are very much welcome. And if you're not well I suggest you read Cleopoda's story first. But it's okay if you don't want to since I'll be making sure this book will be understandable to new readers without having you go back to read book 1.

Hunters. “Shadowthorn sends a message!” one roared. “The Alpha wants his heirs!” Aria shoved the twins behind her, blades already drawn. “Over my dead body.” Luka’s shadows flared. Lila growled, tiny body vibrating with power. The lead hunter lunged. Aria met him mid air, driving both blades into his chest. Hot blood sprayed across her face. She twisted, using his momentum to slam him into the second attacker. Luka’s shadows wrapped the third wolf’s legs, yanking him down. Lila pounced, ripping out his throat with a snarl that was far too mature for her age.

“That is not just fire. It is a rift—a breach in the Veil. The power behind it is ancient, older than the Shadow King, and it hungers for the moons’ energy.” Luna’s hands glowed faintly, the moons’ energy thrumming in her chest. “Then we stop it. Whatever it takes.” Cassian nodded. “We’ve faced impossible odds before. This will be no different… except this time, the stakes are higher than ever.” Kael’s hand found hers briefly. “We’ll face it together,” he said, his voice steady. The first chapter of Book Three ended with the group standing on the ridge, gazing at the blazing rift in the mountains, their silhouettes bathed in moonlight and fire. A new threat had arisen—one older, more dangero

Her voice sounded distant, glassy, as if carried from another time or place: “This… isn’t shadow or spirit. It’s something deeper. Hungrier. It doesn’t bend to magic. It bends magic to it.” Elara’s response was clipped, sharp. “She won’t stand against it when the time comes.” Gloria looked up through the curling mist, and her words were almost absentminded, but each one was precise, heavy with inevitability: “It dreams through her. Moves behind her shadow. And when the veil shatters… it will step through her.” Silence fell like a stone dropped into black water. The wind recoiled. Even the mist seemed to pause, holding its breath.

“The heir has awakened… and so has the shadow.” The bowl slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor. The crimson glow pulsed stronger, wrapping around me like a living thing. Angela screamed my name, but her voice sounded distant, swallowed by the roar in my veins. The last thing I saw before the world vanished in red was a mark burning into the sky—a black crescent engulfed in flame. And in that terrifying instant, I knew the goddess’s warning wasn’t a promise. It was a countdown. What ancient shadow has awakened alongside Selena—and what price will the Moon’s Heir be forced to pay when the goddess’s flame meets the darkness it was born to destroy?