Shadow Tale Novels & Stories

The road north turned icy as we passed through Thorne’s old clan territory—the place where the shadow had taken his mate and child years ago. Thorne’s voice was low and rough with grief as he spoke in the truck. “The shadow came on a silent night. No moon. My mate, Elara, slept with our child in her arms. I woke to an empty bed, cold. Souls gone. Bodies left smiling, eyes empty.” Nyx wiped tears and placed her hand gently on Thorne’s arm, sharing a mother’s grief. “The same as Grandpa. Pure love in death feeds the monster.” Thorne nodded, a tear slipping from his eye for the first time.

The porcelain cups shattered on the floor. "Where is it?" he hissed, his fingers tightening. "I know it’s here. The ritual to bind the shadow. Give it to me, or I’ll see how many times you can die before the Archivist grows bored of you." I gasped for air, clutching the 'Thorne Chronology' to my chest. "You... will never... have him." The library doors burst open. Kaelen stood there, covered in the blood of his enemies, his eyes glowing with a terrifying, ethereal light. The shadow behind him didn't mimic his movements; it grew, stretching across the floor like a living ink-blot, its claws reaching for Caspian’s boots.

I barely had time to take a breath before everything twisted, and in the blink of an eye, Northwoods vanished. The Shadow Realm felt… off. The air was thick and heavy. The ground looked like cracked glass, reflecting twisted shadows of ourselves. Black trees reached up into a sky that wasn’t really a sky—just an expanse of darkness and shifting shapes like a dreamland We didn’t have time to feel scared. We moved quickly, with Elira leading the way. Her limp slowed her down, but she kept pushing forward. Once again I commended her strength. The first shard was buried inside a stone arch shaped like two wolves locked in a battle. When I touched it, pain lanced through my arm, it tore my palm a

The way the shadow wails makes them know that it planned to take her, but now that Malisha is not here, it plans to kill them. "We need to end it," Sage says. "I know," Grayson agrees. "But this shit does not seem like it has a core for it to end." Sage looks at it then turns to Grayson. "Can you all distract it for a bit while I try to find its core?" Grayson nods. "That is fine by me." Sage says a spell to help him reveal where the core of the shadow is while the lycans are dealing with the shadow. Grayson is having his fun, and the shadow attempts to take a bite at him.

"You? You get a gold bar for burying a coffin. If your brother could do the job, wouldn't it be better? "You've laid to rest so many young souls, maybe it's your turn now." Mom's face twisted into something monstrous, her arms and legs jerking towards me like a puppet on strings. I sobbed and stumbled backward, "Mom, it's me, Silvia, what are you doing?" "The Haunts world is here. No one's going to make it out alive. I know how your blood calms the wind. Maybe if we drain it dry, they might spare us."

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.

Kydence hated being looked at like a weakling, she promised herself that she wouldn’t depend on anyone, not even her mate, to protect her. When she and her brothers turned sixteen not only were they able to find their mate, but they also discovered that they are Shadow Guards. Shadow Guards are Elite Warriors blessed by the Moon Goddess to protect all her children from evil in the supernatural and human realms. Her uncle and father already knew that the triplets were blessed by the Moon Goddess, all her warriors bored a small moon shaped birthmark that could only be seen by the Alpha and Beta of the Shadow Guards. Only the Alpha, Beta and Gamma knew the true identity of the Shadow Guards. To

“Is that you, Mariah? “I came to find you… Is that okay?” That night, Chandler returned home very late. Pauline, already tipsy, rushed in while Chandler took care of parking the car. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air from inside the villa. Chandler was terrified. He didn’t even lock the car door before rushing into the villa. He immediately spotted the figure swaying beneath the locust tree. My mom had committed suicide. No matter how I pleaded with her, it was futile.