Shadowcrest Novels & Stories

Sienna appeared unexpectedly. “What are you doing here? Luca hissed, startled then annoyed. “This isn’t your place.” Sienna held up a tablet, “I’ve been analyzing Marco’s old communications. There’s a pattern in the way the Torres Clan attacks.” “What kind of pattern?” Nico asked, curious. Sienna pointed to the screen. “They always strike near the end of shipments, when the guards are most tired. If you stagger the loading times and switch routes unpredictably, you’ll disrupt their timing.”

I gawked at Arlo, “Arlo, please tell me everything you know about Alex's predators.” “Apex Predators are beings that occupy the highest position in power, strength, and abilities, making it the most feared and respected hunter. They possess abilities that surpass those of other supernatural creatures.” Arlo explained. “Other supernatural beings fear and respect an Apex Predator, often avoiding confrontations or showing deference. They can also adapt to various environments and situations, making them formidable opponents in any setting.” I nodded in understanding, “Thank you.” “Where's Gemma?” I asked calmly, trying not to think to avoid Arwan reading my thoughts.

Dad cared deeply about my mating bond—so much so that he threw a big party to celebrate it. When I got there, Thorne was already sitting down, nodding at me. Isolde was next to him, glaring at me with envy. I looked away, trying not to care. The werewolves below were all whispering and wondering. "Who do you think the princess will pick as her mate?" "Who else could it be? It's gotta be that guy from the Ashenclaw pack. I heard the princess is totally smitten with him. Even the Ashenclaw pack's alpha is getting ready for their big bonding ceremony."

And then, silence. A scream shattered the dusk. Not Ridge. Not Luna. Something inhuman. They came from the trees—figures cloaked in rot and shadows, twisted armor etched with claws and blood-writ glyphs. Hollow pack. Their stench struck first—metal turned sour, flesh long spoiled. Trisha moved before command was called. Her axe unslung in one motion, she veered left into the shadows where screams grew sharper. Serin roared, “West line! Fall to the crest!” even as Ridge archers loosed arrows overhead.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

Yet,his eyes yearned for one particular person,Natasha. However, in a sudden and captivating turn of events,Rex attention was seized by a group of photographers hastening towards an opulent black Porsche 911 Carrera 4s Coupe. Curiosity piqued ,Rex wondered who could be commanding such attention. And there in that electrifying moment,his eyes beheld Natasha radiating in a breathtaking ensemble. She wore a stunning short dress,adorned with an optical illusion sheer top intricately embroidered to tastefully cover her chest area. The dress further boasted figure flattering midriff cut outs accentuated by cascading red feathers delicately around her waist. Completing the ensemble, Natasha donn

The Shadow Wolf has returned. The colors again dance in the forefront of my senses, but this time they are lovely. Purple, silver, black, gold, blue, gray, orange, and red lights. They form the shape of a white dahlia flower as it blossoms open. The moment is breathtaking when a booming female voice begins to speak. “A summit to bring the secondborn three, one can sense, and they will see. Moon cover shows the ways of the mark, and all must embark. Carry the fated and explore the plains, or the sacrifice will be in vain.

The operation Corey was running was unlike anything I could have ever imagined. It was just literally mind blowing. I had always thought my office was the shit, but this blew what I had out of the water. Sure I had heard the name ... Sun Stroke, who hadn’t. But Sun Stroke was almost a mythical figure, larger than life. I had never considered Sun Stroke was only one person, I thought it had to be at least a dozen. How the hell it was possible for him to be everywhere and nowhere all at once. I couldn’t understand, until he fully let me in.

Wide eyes all around watched her with curiosity, fear and wonder. "You're not a prince," she said feeling the cloak fall from her shoulders as she took another step forward. "Your a monster," she announced, just then a loud thunder boomed through the air and the lights went out. The screams of the party goers went silent. A purple light suddenly appeared, emitting from a pendant, that illuminated the face of breathtaking woman. Her eyes were like hot gold burning with fire. Her skin dark and smooth with freckles of silver. Her hair long and flowing, a sentinel being...alive.

The circle flared black and violet, twisting, alive. From the darkness, a whisper rose: Nex umbraa, kai vel’thra… ix shael. Kai’thai kharuun… kai’thra kai’thai. From shadow, I awaken… I am hers. I am warrior… I am and I become. Then it appeared. Not a simple crow, but something older, warped. Its wings were tattered starlight. Its eyes burned like molten amethyst. It landed on her shoulder. Claiming her. Marking her.