Shady Shin Novels & Stories

Her eyes almost fell out of their sockets, Ruth was getting serious. "He's so unreal, Ruth. He was so handsome, I was mesmerized by him. And he had pale white skin, just like yours." Shada explained while pointing at Ruth's arm that was being crossed, then continued. "His hair was pitch black. And her eyes, uh, now they look like yours!" Shada almost choked at the end of her own sentence. Ruth was equally shocked. Yes, that's right, Shada had just remembered that her best friend's eyes were often black and sometimes bright. Like bronze. "Are you sure his eyes are like mine?" Ruth blinked her eyes quickly. Trying to convince herself of Shada's statement.

Shrine bleeds—strike, end it! Kevin Talon flanked her left, claws retracted, his pine-and-smoke scent cutting through the blood’s tang, chest bandage hidden under a dark tunic, forearm scar glinting. His dark hair was loose, frost clinging, amber eyes sharp, scanning the spires, the runes, the shrine. His claw mark tattoo pulsed red, a vow to Sam, her safety his pulse—scout, protect, survive. The plateau’s hum gnawed, resolve hardening, her fire his anchor. Shade, his wolf, snarled, gravelly, his black-and-red form prowling, eyes narrowed. She’s fire, pup. Shrine’s death—guard her, kill!

Since I'm in his company for who knows how long, I might as well make it easier on myself, and let him know what I'm thinking. "You," I admit softly. "I'm scared of you." Shinee doesn't say anything for a moment. He rubs his hands together slowly, as he considers how to respond to my sudden honesty. I watch him, a million thoughts racing through my mind at once, as he takes a few steps toward me, swallowing up the space between us until there is nothing left but a few inches. Up close, there really is no denying Shinee is a divine creation of the Moon. He's not like his brothers, the other Sins. He has more power. Power he worked for. It's power that's dark, terrible. All the things that fri

A beast of a man rises from the shadows. Shane.

when surprised. Nate looks at the K-pop star with longing and adulating eyes. Kim Ji-hoon, whose stage name is Shadow, stands almost seven feet tall. His handsome face is currently hidden by a black helmet but it’s him all right. He’s wearing a sleek leather jacket, fingerless gloves and leather pants; black from head to foot except for a pair of faint green Antlia Yeezy Boost 350 V2. The sneakers were supposed to be released only at select retailers in Europe, Russia, and Ukraine around the end of this month. (Nate has managed to keep abreast of the outside world through actual paper copies of Manila Bulletin on Camp Unplugged’s coffee table.) “You’re late. Your engine’s still warm,” Nate n

Haley wanted to ask what Henry was about to say, but upon hearing his last sentence, she forgot about everything else and hurried into the bathroom. Shane was lying in the porcelain bathtub, his eyes tightly closed. His face was as pale as paper, devoid of any color. He was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of briefs, his sexy and well-defined chest exposed to the air. The warm yellow light softened his intimidating aura, making him appear less unapproachable. Haley's eyes reddened with pity as she approached the bathtub and slowly crouched down. Sensing someone approaching, Shane cautiously opened his eyes. Those deep, dark eyes flickered with sharpness, like a newly unsheathed blade, capab

“I’m not ready for another disappointment, I’ve been to Vegas and I couldn’t get much on him, what if this is yet another dead end?” Shane walks to my side and sits down on the bed next to me. “Since when are you the glass half empty kind of girl? Chin up my sweet friend, if this guy has anything to hide, you’ll be the one to take him down, you’re just that good.” He gives me a reinsuring smile, "You look stunning by the way. Now stand and give me a spin." I start to laugh at his request but obey the command. “Hell yeah!!” Shane starts to clap his hands enthusiastically as a bright smile paints his face