Shadow Runner Book Novels & Stories

The darkness loomed around them like a cloak. Sekhmet carried an old-fashioned torch he pulled from a hole in the wall to light the way. It was a bit theatric and unnecessary, considering vampires and werewolves alike could see in the dark. But it set the mood for torture nicely; causing shadows to dance across the walls. A bleeding.

I had heard rumours of a book that was hidden here, a book that held the secrets of my kind. I searched the shelves, my heart pounding in my chest. And then, I saw it. A book with a cover made of black leather, adorned with strange symbols that seemed to shimmer in the light. “The history of the lycanthropic dragons” I pulled the book down, my hands shaking with excitement. I opened the cover and began to read. Arwan walked forward, “What are you doing?” “Reading books, I need to know more and understand more about myself. Everything is blurry right now, I can't control my powers without understanding it.” I responded calmly.

The relative darkness feels both comforting and dangerous, shadows gathering in corners where anything might hide. My heterochromatic eyes adjust quickly, the amber one picking up details in the dimness that the brown one misses, creating a disorienting double-vision effect. The dragon tattoo burns hotter, and I swear I feel it shift against my skin, awakening to some threat my conscious mind can't identify. Footsteps echo behind me — multiple pursuers now, their pace measured and confident. They're not rushing. They don't have to. They know these streets better than I do, know where this alley leads, know I'm running blind.

Ancient runes etched into its facade pulsed faintly, their protective power a silent shield against the sinister energy the group battled mere minutes ago. The memory of the grotesque creature, its red eyes and smoky aura, haunted them - a stark reminder of the Nightshade Pack’s dark influence. Alpha Mikhail Silverclaw led the team, his commanding presence steadying the group after their harrowing encounter. His amber eyes, still sharp with the intensity of their forest skirmish, met those of Alpha Damien Bloodmoon, who stood in the foyer of the pack house studying the group.

Books shifted, clanking against each other, like a mini, localized earthquake. "This is not safe!" Kit shouted, pulling Siron to run. But Siron stared at the shadow. Something held him in place, a mix of fear and strange recognition. This was connected to Alaric. To the curse. The shadow raised a hand, or something resembling a hand, and pointed directly at Siron. Give him back... The voice echoed in his head. Then, with a swift movement, the shadow swept its hand to the side. With a deafening thud, the entire bookshelf at the end of the aisle, a ceiling-high shelf packed with volumes of encyclopedias, collapsed onto the floor. An explosion of dust and paper flew everywhere. Kit screamed. Si

unravel. It wasn't a wolf. It wasn't even a man. It was a Shadow-Stalker, a creature of forbidden alchemy sent by the High Council. It looked like a smudge of ink against the air, a humanoid shape with no face, only two glowing slits of necrotic green light. It didn't have a scent, which was why it had bypassed the sentries at the door. It was a silent, soulless assassin designed for one purpose: to strike at the heart of a lineage before it could even be born.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

I mumbled softly to myself as I entered my office and slammed the door shut. I made a beeline for the reserved section of the bookshelf which held all the information I had gathered on the Shadow wolf during my travels across the world. I had been through these books countless times in the past, but it was no surprise that I may have skipped over the parts about mates, since I was sure I’d never have one. Well played Mother Selene! Four hours later I gazed at the back cover of each and every book and scroll that I had about the Shadow wolf and much to my dismay, not a single one spoke even a word about mates.

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.