Shine Novel Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .

But something about Shannon was… wrong. Her skin looked pale and when the torchlight flickered, I thought I saw her eyes flash red. Then it happened. Her body shimmered. Like smoke, parts of her turned transparent, then vanished completely before reforming again. I gasped softly, covering my mouth. She was turning invisible. What is she? Marcus didn’t seem fazed. He just bowed again. “Yes, Luna.” And then I saw something that made my stomach twist in horror. A small child, no older than six stood trembling near Shannon’s feet. I hadn’t noticed her before.

Opening the lid with a small click, there was a blue diamond, teardrop necklace inside with a little note that read ‘Something blue. Cleo and my mum gushed over it before placing it around my neck. Moments passed with us frozen in that moment before the room glitched and changed. I was still in the wedding dress but this time a large pair of wooden doors stood in front of me. Music began to play. That was my cue, and my hand reached out to open the doors. My feet carried me step by step. I was walking down the aisle. There was no one there. The chairs were all empty. No Cleo. No mum. Panic began to rise in me until I saw Damian in front of me. He held out his hand to me. As my hand was about

Something like air leaking from a balloon. His body was torn through from shoulders to thighs and he was pinned to the table completely. At least the spikes distracted him from the burn. They added a new sensation of pain so great, his mind wasn't even capable of comprehending it. He wondered vaguely if he'd gone into shock; if it was even possible for one such as he. He opened his eyes to slits and saw six faces watching with horrified fascination as his blood; his strength, as it were; flowed from his body and through the drain. They all looked exactly as he would have expected; both hungry and disgusted.

She fluffed up her flashy blonde hair and seated herself on a table near the outside of the actual café shop. Without even placing an order, the waiter presented a hot cappuccino on the table in front of her as a compliment of his attraction to her beauty. This was not unusual for Shannon. In fact, she was used to receiving random gifts from strangers. It fed to her ego, making her think she was better than everyone. People’s emotions were a game for her. As she was sipping on the cappuccino with her tongue licking the spec of cream on the side of her lips, Noah arrived in front of her.

As my eyes met hers, I felt an unexpected jolt of attraction, a powerful pull that drew me to this radiant being with an otherworldly beauty. As I laid eyes on Haven, a sudden, intense jolt of electricity coursed through my body, like a bolt of lightning had struck me from the inside out. I was taken aback, my mind reeling in shock. "What the fuck?" I muttered to Titan, but he was uncharacteristically silent, his usual wisecracks and quips replaced by stunned awe.

“Alright, you win. Maybe I’m a little predictable.” “Not predictable.” Sienna leaned forward. “Reliable. It’s different.” “You make me want to be better, Sienna.” Enzo said softly. “That’s not something I’m used to.” The mood shifts as Enzo stood and walked to the balcony. Sienna follows, the cool night air brushed against her skin. The city lights twinkled in the distance, a stark contrast to the dark world they inhabit. Sienna stood beside him. “It’s beautiful out here.”

Aurora Wildheart sat at the scarred oak table, her silver-blue eyes scanning a detailed map of Nightshade’s western territory, where the stone circle for their ‘rite of binding’ lay. The cloaked figure’s eerie familiarity, Mara’s chilling message, ‘The Nightshade calls for the chosen… it showed me your face, Aurora’ and the whisper in her mind ‘The chosen will fall’ wove a tapestry of dread, intertwining with Vincent’s unsettling message: Trust your instincts. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her lost past - before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven - gnawed at her, amplified by the runes’ resonance and Mikhail’s cryptic scrutiny.

I hadn’t finished my words; she closed and opened her eyes, and they were glowing. “Whoa.” We all had the same reaction as we stared at her. Her eyes were glowing in a blue hue, and so was her whole body. She was flamed but not burning. “Oh, my God. It’s awesome.” Kailin stepped closer to her, but Shadow held her in the arm. “I think she can’t burn me, can you, Vana?” “I don’t think so.” She tried it on the bed, pressing her palm on the mattress. Nothing happened.

Miley was a selfish bastard that cared not carelessly about everything around her as long as they were not from Miley’s kingdom. Even if it means abandoning her best friend. She would do it. “Please don’t tell her. I can do better.” She raised her head and begged earnestly. “I’ll help. I’ll help her, so please.” Shadow looked down at her. Her red pupils sparkled under the sunlight. Red. Shadow’s pupils were the color of blood. It was so beautiful, so dangerous, so… vibrant with mischief. Slowly, her eyes created a crescent moon, meaning that she was smiling big.