Shadow's Edge Book Novels & Stories

Outside the world shadow is a public figure that everyone is looking up, to wants to become but no one knows that she's a devil in human disguise. She let out a soft sigh, still smoking heavily. Only she knows the consequences of Shadows actions if Shadow returns back to Author's life everything will take a huge turn and she doesn't want that. He might also find out that Randy is alive and if that happens he would like to take him back to the clan where he will denounce him as his heir. Author isn't as simple as he looks. He's far more dangerous time Shadow. He kills slowly and has trusted guards that does everything for him. Everyone thinks that Author Smith is a simple person and can't har

*“You cannot stop me, Alpha. Your children are mine.” I snarl, my wolf surging forward. “We’ll see about that.” --- **Selene’s Light** I clutch the shard in my hand, its surface warm against my palm. The Shadow’s presence is everywhere, his voice a constant whisper in my mind. *“Your light will feed my power, little light.”* “Not while I’m still breathing,” I snap, my glow intensifying. The Shadow’s form materializes before me, his eyes like voids. *“You cannot win.”*

Willow applied pressure to her arm with a piece of paper while Roy gripped the steering wheel tight, his knuckles white. Sierra’s call came in halfway down the road, and she sounded panicky. “Roy, the candle we lit for Melanie in the church is flickering for no reason. I think it’s about to go out. Can you check it out? I’m worried.” Roy slammed the brakes and replied, “I’m heading back. We’re not traveling down the mountain tonight.” Observing the anguish look on Willow’s face, Roy changed his mind. He saw no reason to let Willow have her way.

It popped free of its socket and I dropped it into the open bag at my feet. I squinted, the eye scorching light from the other bulbs making the pools of shadow beside us difficult to see. Host-less Shades stayed hidden during the lighter hours, even beneath their violet sky, but that didn't mean you wouldn't come across the occasional desperado, willing to risk everything for a shot at owning human flesh. I dropped the piece of clothing that protected the new bulb into the bag and paused, frozen by the shiver running down my spine. "What's wrong?" Aaron called from the front.

He stood firm, every muscle coiled, every movement calculated, every instinct aligned with the safety of the group. And I… I faced the shadow of myself, distorted, twisted into a reflection of my fears and weaknesses. It whispered, taunted, and tried to manipulate me into betraying the others. But I refused. I clutched the flash drive, focusing on Elliot’s unwavering gaze, Marcus’s precision, Liam’s protective presence. Step by step, strike by strike, we fought the shadows, not just physically but emotionally. Each blow, each choice reinforced our trust, our unity, and our resilience. The chamber shook violently as the shadows screeched and twisted, then finally dissipated into harmless mist

“According to Wan, they are running to him as soon as they locate Shadow’s presence inside the book.” Of course, nothing could fool them. Despite how well made this book was, Eagle’s aura and presence were too much even for this book and Wan. Shadow’s power might not affect the book much, but it would become troublesome once she let others’ personalities take over the body. Shadow’s presence wasn’t exactly weak, it’s just that the rest of the personalities were superior. “And of course, we don’t want any confrontation by them, right?” Sabrina questioned him with a shaky and curious tone. “We don’t want that, right?”

And she would be ready. Her hand drifted to her abdomen once more. You’re not a weakness, she thought. You’re an edge. One I’ll sharpen in silence. Until I’m ready to wield you like fire. Below her, the keep stirred. And far in the ridges, thunder whispered on the wind.

A shadow lunged from behind a floating book, aiming at Winter. “Winter!” I screamed. Fenrir reacted instantly, slashing the figure mid-air, but the impact sent him stumbling backward. The shadow rolled, vanishing into another corner. “Too fast,” Oragon muttered, drawing his sword. “They’re trained more than ordinary spies.” I felt my hands tremble. The book at my hip pulsed faintly, reacting to the danger. I placed my palms against it, and a soft white glow radiated outward, forcing the shadow back.

’s Keep like a living thing. I could feel its cold teeth nipping at the edges of my mind, urging me to run, to flee back to the safety of the campfire. But that wasn’t who I was—and it sure as hell wasn’t what Clara needed me to be.The new blade—Shadowborne—hung at my back, a comforting weight. Every step I took with it at my side felt… different. Like I carried a piece of the old wars with me, a piece of every defiance that had ever stood against the darkness.I retraced my steps, moving through halls where shadows danced like memories, listening for any sign of Clara or Seris. My mind replayed Seris’s warning: some secrets have teeth. I’d faced more than my share of enemies, but I’d never b

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.