Shadows Peak Novels & Stories

Fenix said as Samantha nodded. “I agree on that,” she agreed as Fenix chuckled. They talked for a few moments, walking down the streets as Samantha stared at the darkening skies. Time to get going, I guess, she mused as she excused herself from Fenix before taking her leave. Samantha whistled, walking along the small trail that led to the darkened, foggy forest where the Shadow Pack lived. She was happy, humming a lullaby before her acute hearing picked up some noises behind her. Samantha stilled in her walk. Her hair rose at her nape as she felt the disturbance of energy in the small trail.

"Papa? Where are the mountains? I can't hear the wind anymore." Kaelen didn't answer. He couldn't. He was staring at the horizon. I followed his gaze and felt my heart drop into my stomach. In the distance, floating miles above the grey desert, was the North. It looked like a jagged, bleeding wound in the sky. The entire mountain range, from the Widow's Peak to the Thorne Fortress, was suspended in a cage of violet energy. It was being pulled upward, slowly, toward the Great Shadow that loomed at the apex of the heavens, the Owner.

"He was a predictable, short-sighted obstacle driven by vanity and fear. You can bargain with fear, Liam. You can manipulate vanity. The Shadow is different. It doesn't operate on political logic, territorial ambition or economic leverage. It is an apex hunter tracking a specific frequency." With a swift swipe of her thumb, she activated the sync-pad. A translucent blue holographic map of the high northern ridges bloomed into life above the scarred oak table, casting a cool azure glow over their faces. Several tracking nodes along the outer perimeter were blinking with erratic fading gray signals. Liam leaned over the map, his massive frame effectively blocking the ambient chill of the room

I threw my duffel bag into the passenger seat and pulled out of the airport parking lot, double-checking the crumpled directions I printed earlier. Shadow Pine in Oregon isn’t even on G****e Maps. I had to dig up some backwater blogs just to find the approximate location. “Near the Cascade foothills, deep in the timberland,” one description had said, almost like a warning. It’s a three to four hour drive through winding mountain roads, most of it surrounded by nothing but forest. Massive pine trees blur together outside my window—dark, looming shadows that block out the sunlight. Even the rain looks thicker here, turning the world into a shadowy haze.

The path led us through a section of dense trees before suddenly opening to a hidden outcropping high on the ridge. The intimate spot was naturally concealed by tall rock formations on three sides, but opened to a breathtaking panoramic view of all of Shadowlight Lake below. Carson had added comfortable cushions and strung fairy lights among the surrounding trees, making the hidden lookout even more magical. "Oh wow, this is your special place," I said softly, recognizing it from his description. "The one you said you'd show me someday."

She takes my hand in hers and squeezes it gently. "We are werewolves, not monsters," she says softly. "Our pack is called the Shadows and is led by Gabriel Valley. He became our leader after his father's death some months ago." I sigh and turn to look at her. Her blue eyes look sad as she stares at me. "I promise you my child, you are not a monster. Being different is your greatest power," she whispers, grazing her fingers across my eyebrows. "You'll see," she adds with a faint smile. I stare at her drowning in my thoughts. I think about everything. Me. Them. The pack. I'd have sworn last night was just a dream but I know what I saw and felt. It was all too real. "Your father and I are going

Rowan was expensive, volatile, and required constant reassurance. And I wasn’t done yet. From Rowan’s territory, I traveled north to meet Alpha Idris of the Shadow Peak Pack. Unlike Rowan, Idris was not loud. He was not volatile. He was patient, predatory, and painfully observant. Shadow Peak was dark even at midday, the forest so dense sunlight rarely touched the ground. His men escorted me to a stone chamber lit by a single lantern. Idris stood in the center of it, hands behind his back, posture perfectly still.

“I don’t—I didn’t know he was involved.” “Naomi…” He looked at me like he wanted to protect me. But also like he was terrified of me. “What?” I snapped. He hesitated. “What’s in your pocket?” I blinked. And before I could lie, the ground shook. A low rumble. Dust from the ceiling. Then the sirens started. "Alert. Perimeter breach. Section C. Unidentified hostiles!" Logan’s face went pale. “That’s the ridge,” he said. “Blackpine.”

Beside us, Brandon fought with wild, ferocious royal energy, his silver blades spinning in lethal arcs that cleared the path ahead. Within twenty minutes, the ridge was quiet again. The snow was littered with black ash and shattered green crystals. We paused to catch our breath, checking on the surviving guards. We had lost two warriors, but the remaining seven were still standing, their eyes filled with fierce determination. "Look," Brandon said, wiping black ice from his blade and pointing up the mountain trail. Through a sudden tear in the heavy snow clouds, the peak of Mount Shadow was finally visible. Perched on the highest rocky peak stood the ancient Crestwood Sun Shrine—a massive str

"Third building from the north end. Two-story structure with a collapsed roof on the west side. That is where her phone signal was strongest before it died." "Thank you." I hung up, staring at the building he described. It looked like something from a nightmare. Broken windows, graffiti-covered walls, the kind of place where screams would go unheard. "We call Morrison first," Lily said. "Give her the address. Then we go in." "If we wait for the FBI, it might be too late." "If we go in without backup, we might both die." She was right. But every second felt like Declan slipping further away. I called Morrison, gave her the address, and promised to wait for backup.