Shadow Runner Book Novels & Stories

said Monica softly as she handed the book over to Darryl. What was this? A secret martial arts manual? Darryl received the book in excitement. On the yellowing cover were two bold and simple words ‘Shadow Skills’. Shadow Skills? This book had quite an interesting title. Could it be another unique secret manual like Ascension of the Nine Dragons?

Her mother had warned her “The shadows are patient, little flame. They wait for you to falter, then they strike.” She remembered hiding under the bed when men had come, shadows snaking from her mother to protect her, snuffing out light in the corners of the room. She remembered the feeling of power and fear, tangled together like vines, and the first time she had touched her own shadow and felt it respond, a pulse, a heartbeat that belonged only to her. And now Malick. The boy. Who she didn’t trust. And yet, his presence had awoken something in her. Something that hummed in her blood and whispered through her veins. The shadows had recognized him too.

The words are strange, but the meaning is clear. The Maddox family bloodline. Bound by blood. By sacrifice. The Watcher. An ancient force. The keeper of the land’s secrets. I turn the pages quickly, feeling a rush of panic as the words blur together, as though they’re moving faster than I can read them. And then, I find it. The section that mentions the return. The return. Me. I stop reading, my heart hammering in my chest. I don’t want to read anymore. I don’t want to know what comes next.

he said. "Yes," Dravon said. Outside the window the settlement was alive and loud and building itself into something new under a sky that didn't know what was coming for it. Inside the room two people who had already survived one war stood in the morning light and decided, without drama and without ceremony, that they were going to be ready for the next one. They went to find Elaryn. END OF BOOK ONE Aldric & Dravon will return.

Without looking back, I vanished into the snow. Andrew stood in the snow, staring in the direction I had gone. His hoarse voice drifted through the wind. "You won't abandon me, Eleanor." A month later, at a bar in Glaciercrest Pack, I sat by the window, sipping coffee as I admired the snowy landscape outside. The murmurs of travelers around me reached my ears. "Did you hear? Darkmoon Pack’s strongest warrior confessed to murdering his ex-father-in-law and was sentenced today." My fingers froze around my coffee cup.

This time the cloaked figure met him at the top of the stairs and said, "Not tonight. Let's explore." They walked deeper into the hall and entered a library and the figure pulled a book off of the shelf and opened the page without ever showing Anders the spine of the book. Anders was too trusting in his dreams, for dream casting wasn't a power known to either the Schatten or the Toten in the 1100's. To Anders this was just a silly dream and nothing more. "Let's read poetry this evening. The words are so hauntingly beautiful and you will make them just sing off of the page. Here try this."

I'm hoping to give it a more gothic theme rather than romantic. "I decided on making it a romantic fantasy," Nice, Christine. "It follows a teacher with a hidden desire lurking inside of her. She tries resisting, but her new home holds a monster that brings that desire out. And she realizes that her life may be a lie." "What's called, Christine?" I smiled at her question. "It's called The Shadow that Lurks Within," Jessica didn't say anything else, and we continued to look around in silence. John was holding five different onesies, all with different animals on them.

“One who has not yet risen. When they do, the world will tilt. And only the gatekeeper can choose which shadow survives.” My skin prickled. Something shifted inside me. A cold blooming beneath my ribs, wrapping around my flame like an answering twin. I gasped, clutching my chest. Orion was instantly at my side, eyes sharp with alarm. “Ember—?” “Shadow,” I whispered. “It’s waking up inside me.” The flames that once answered me alone danced now with shadowed tendrils, smoke and fire twining like fate. Lazriel turned to me slowly. “You are both.”

Then, with a deafening crack, the shadowy figure let out a roar, and Ethan was thrown backward, his body crashing into the ground. “Ethan!” Sasha screamed, scrambling toward him. The shadowy figure turned its burning eyes on her, and the doppelgänger’s voice echoed in her mind, a chilling whisper. “Choose, Sasha. Before it’s too late.” The chapter ended with the shadow closing in on Sasha, her desperate scream piercing the air as the world around her seemed to collapse.

What the hell just happened? The dark shapes smashed into the bookshelf next to us with this horrible crashing sound. Books went flying everywhere, pages spinning through the air. "What the hell was that?" I wheezed from under all the body weight. Alerion rolled off first, already standing and checking the room. His eyes were full-on glowing red now. "Shadow things. Magic assassins. Someone really didn't want visitors." Shadow assassins. Cool. Just normal Tuesday stuff. Totally fine. Zane wasn't moving. His arms were locked around me like steel bands, his whole body tensed up like he was ready to take another hit.