Shadow Runner Book Novels & Stories

A book with pages that bled when I touched them. The healer had warned me before he died and told me about the Book of Shadows and its connection to my dreams. He said it was the only thing that could help make sense of what was happening to me. That the secret was older than our kind, and knowing it came with a price. I didn’t care anymore. I stopped in the middle of the clearing, my chest rising and falling somewhat steadily. Rage boiled in my stomach, burning me from the inside out. "MAKE IT STOP!" I screamed into the night sky, my voice breaking.

Chapter 56: On a Throne Of Blood and Shadow The moment my fingertips skimmed the surface of the book, the world crumbled. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was unraveling. A million shards of reality shattered around me, warping, folding in on themselves, each with a flickering image—glimpses of things that were, things that could be, things that never were. And at the center of it all—

Narrator's POV A few years ago, Flashback "The Book of Shadows is what I need to restore me rule over this dimension". "What is this book anyway? " "The Shadow Mythos. Whoever has this book in his possession can conquer the world. The Shadows empowers, sustains and makes everyone bow". Harver didn't understand a word. "The Lioness sent me on a secret mission to help you find a book that might be a myth". "Its not a myth. My grandfather once willed the book".

“Will you ever stop?” “Not until I have what I want.” “Have you found your mate?” I look at him. What has that got to do with anything? Ansel’s brows furrow at the strange question, probably thinking the same thing that I am. “Not yet.” “that’s because she’s too busy running and hiding from you.” “What…” “Shadow god.” “What?” Ansel asks confused, like his train of thought was broken and he’s not sure what’s going on anymore. Well, same here.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

For a moment she was paralyzed with fear as it dawned on her that she was no match to this stranger her fate was now in his hands. ‘Tell me something, for how long did you think the truth was not going to come out that you kidnapped and killed my brother…huh? You bitch was it not enough that you empted his accounts and destroyed his marriage? I told you I will get you, didn’t I? I am going to cut out your cookie that caused all this madness, slice it into small pieces and feed to the dogs. By the time I am done with you, you won’t be having a pussy anymore.’ Nick growled Connie woke up with a start and standing besides her was her mother shaking her up from her sleep. She sat up abruptly, he

, she embarked on a drive, venturing several miles away from home. As she ventured into unfamiliar territory, she came across a bar she had never visited before. Disguised in her attire, she entered the establishment, hoping to find solace and clarity amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Taking a seat at the bar counter, she began consuming shots of alcohol, one after another. The bartender, observing her excessive intake, grew concerned, yet he continued to fulfill her orders. Meanwhile, a tall, fair, and handsome man with an impressive physique, one of the bartender's colleagues, found himself captivated by Natasha's beauty as she consumed more and more alcohol. He marveled at her apparent co

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

I screamed as I dropped the briefcase on the ground and ran towards him, knowing I would be stopped. I was. Scorpion, who was obviously hiding, stepped out, and before I knew what was happening, his fist connected with my temple. Caught off guard, I hit the ground hard. Fuck. Does this bastard have a vendetta against me? Why did he hit me that hard??! “Not so fast, prince charming.” He pressed his boot into my spine, and ground down, when I tried to rise. “Gotta check the merchandise first.” He leaned down, grabbed my hair, and yanked my head back. “Sorry, boss. Just doing what you ordered,” he whispered, just as three other men stepped away from the pillars they were hiding behind.

The closer we got the more I could feel the darkness seeping from the book. 'That's the shadow book. Our contracts can be found in that book. They can be made and broken through that book. Make sure no one ever finds it here. They'll want to take it.' Shade informed me. I stepped closer, really curious now. I laid my hand over the glass, peering down at the book and reading the Latin words umbra. The book opened beneath the glass when I spoke the word. It flipped to a page with Shade's name on it. There was a tiny baby handprint in blood…my blood, my baby hand.