Shadow Song Book Novels & Stories

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".

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

“Nick and I come from a very old family that immigrated from England three centuries ago. When we arrived, we encountered a small, remote colony that took us in and shared its secrets with us. One of these secrets involved mastering body regeneration. They taught us how to attach our soul to an alternate reality. While in that reality, we can still wander this reality, but we appear to you as a shadow of the person we really are, almost ghost-like in transparency. Because of this, we are called shadow walkers. While our soul is in the shadow world, our mundane body rests, and regenerates. That’s what’s happening with Nick right now. “Normally it only occurs on the day and night of th

Collins scolds her, but to her credit, she actually shuts up and turns expectant eyes on Ansel. “I was doing some research about the shadow god for a school project, and asked her to get some info for me. She couldn’t get it because he wasn’t around at that time, but she had a little information that I also had, except some of the details were different. I learnt that the shadow god was an abomination, born from an unholy ritual. The son of the god of death and the moon goddess.” “Wh…” Tali begins, but is cut off when Collins puts his hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

“Yes. The timing sits wrong in my gut. The Shadow Clan organizing a full procession for Cassandra makes even less sense. They barely knew her. She brought nothing but trouble to everyone she touched. Why honor her now with such a ceremony? And why do it on the night of the red moon?” His words struck a chord deep inside me. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and stood. The stone floor chilled my bare feet as I paced to the wooden chest near the far wall. My hands shook slightly when I lifted the lid. I pulled out the pages of papers wrapped in dark cloth, the one I had risked everything to bring along with me everywhere I went since Rowan told Lior about the whole book. Pages from the

“Calm down, okay—” “Calm down? Can you hear yourself? You lost me the chance of ever holding that book—” “Are you talking about this?” Kleint raised a tattered-looking book, a grin plastered on his bare face. Brows furrowing, she tried to snatch it from him, but he was quick to put it at his back. It was too risky to lift it, as Z’s much taller than him. “How did you get that?” “Well, I used my shadow, of course. See, he was busy looking at you.”

The night they cynically came to the hospital she seemed rough and soulless but now she seemed like such a gentle and innocent woman. Perhaps God had put her in my path to convince me that this revenge was hurting me. Maybe she was more soulful than I thought and I was really wrong then. There was something else that caught my attention and that was those lyrics. They were so sad. They expressed a deep, deep pain. But who could hurt such a soul so deeply? The lines of the poem she wrote kept echoing in my mind: “With feet lost in the fine sand I’m heading for the shore, shy and tentative

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.

One moment she was powerless, the bond being stripped away piece by piece. The next, her wolf rose up inside her like a tidal wave. Like a dam breaking. Stronger than ever before. Wild. Ancient. For three heartbeats, Lyra felt power she'd never experienced. Power she'd never even imagined. Power that made the air around her shimmer and ripple. Power that made shadows dance at her feet like living things. Power that made the pack members step back in fear. Helena's face went white. Snow white. Her green eyes widened in recognition and something else.

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s