Shadow Series Novels & Stories

“Together.” Their hands clasped, a vow to face the trap, their bond a fire in the dark. Hong Kong’s skyline waited, the Pearl Tower a battlefield, The Shadow’s summit a poison. Their love, their united front, was a beacon, their teamwork a pulse that defied the danger. But The Shadow’s reach, Volkov’s power, and Zhang’s unclear motives loomed, a storm poised to break their fire.

“The Shore is what we want. I believe you already have an idea. The Shore has been our protector ever since the beginning of time. It rejuvenates the Earth after a storm. It doesn’t dissolve them, it simply absorbs them away from Earth. The Shore has a thousand doors but they are divided mainly into two worlds: the yin and yang. The black side is where we want to store every little thing that Hearth created–the ones that went out of control.” “The mistakes,” Leison corrected. “The Shadows.” “The unfinished masterpieces,” Grey insisted. “The Shadows cannot be undone. They were created in a way that is too complicated to be unraveled. No matter how much you kill, as long as there is a source o

Just because of a stupid decision she took, she lost her brother Ken, her life and the life of their two year old toddler daughter Ricky. He hadn't gotten over them even though it's over twenty years now and that was why he kept depositing large amount of money in their offshore Mexican account. In that way, His hopes of his wife and daughter still alive were strong. He followed the lady as they walked down the street, "I should introduce myself, I'm Jaclyn Chisholm, I'm a twenty three year old Forensic photographer in NYPD and also an art broker. That's the little of myself I know,

Alpha Sebastian. “All of that is true but we also don't know what promises Aiden has made to them. He could have promised them land, reentry to their former packs or even war which is what will happen if his plan succeeds.” Beta Kira. “Exactly, which is why we need numbers. If each of you could spare 20 of your stealthiest warriors. We'll be able to use the element of surprise by blending in with the crowd and identifying all targets. Rogues will most likely be hiding out of sight, they will also most likely have a signal in place so we either have to stop them before they can give it or we need to be prepared to fight.” Jessica.

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

’ Trish thought as she began to laugh. On the other side Connie was finding it hard to rest because of the intensity of her nightmare. The classic music on her ipod was soothing that in no time sleep overtook her. Unknown to innocent Connie was that her self-made opponents were gathering momentum against her. The first bomb was already in motion, while she was sleeping the mail was being processed for delivery tomorrow among them an envelope from Trish.

He swallowed hard before speaking again, the words coming slowly as if testing the air before swallowing it. "The Shadow... It's a group. A secret organization. Powerful rogues, disgraced alphas... all trying to overthrow the Council. They’ve been working in the shadows for years, moving in silence, and now... now they’ve got Cyrus in their pocket." “Cyrus,” I muttered, barely containing the venom in my voice. My stomach twisted with disgust at the thought of his name, knowing all too well the depth of the destruction he had caused. And now, to learn he was involved with something so dangerous, something so evil?.

The door didn't open, but a small slit in the wood slid back to reveal a pair of green eyes looking through at us. "I have to admit that the paperwork for your disappearance was a nightmare to file," the voice said, and it was my own voice. It was the Shadow. "But the True Council values accuracy above all else. You’re officially dead to the world, Iris, and Darius is just a footnote in a history book that is currently being rewritten." "What do you want?" I demanded, stepping up beside Darius so she could see we weren't broken yet. "I want the Anchor," the Shadow said. "The silver I took from Darius is powerful, but it is unstable and needs the blood catalyst to stay permanent. Since you’re

Without thinking, he let it rise. His shadow beneath him shifted—lengthened—until it flared outward like a living thing. Dark tendrils lashed from it, striking at the shapes around him. Each one it touched burst apart, scattering like smoke in wind. When the last dissolved, the circle dimmed. The silver threads cooled. The silent figure stepped forward. They regarded him for a long moment before speaking. “So. The blood still runs true.” Eolan caught his breath, his ribs aching where the shadow’s strike had landed. “What was that?”

She cozied up to Malcolm, looking at him with a love that was almost too intense. However, right in the middle of the ceremony, as Malcolm and Elaine were crowning James and the excitement was at its peak, everyone's phones buzzed with an urgent alert. [Under the laws of the werewolf community, the severance of the bond between Alpha Malcolm and Luna Mila is official. As of noon, they are nothing to each other.] Malcolm had not even checked his phone, still tucked away in his pocket, but the whispers and sidelong glances from the crowd sent a wave of panic through him.