Shiver Book Novels & Stories

A shiver ran through her spine. ''Cold?'' He asked, although it was obvious that he knew her shivering had nothing to do with cold. ''Do you know werewolves have the ability to warm themselves in time of cold,'' he said softly, like they were having a normal conversation. He stepped closer, and Shira froze, unable to bring herself to move. She should be covering the towel, hiding her exposed flesh from his gaze, but she could not bring herself to move. Shira watched, horrified at her own wayward emotions as the Shark stepped forward till he reached the bed. She remained deathly still as he pulled her into his arms -- roughly, causing the white towel to slip further down.

Each shiver is a silent confession, and I savor this vertigo I have already sown within him. I reach out, brush his cheek, then his neck, letting my fingers linger gently, as if to awaken a sensation his mind is trying to repress. His eyes close more tightly, his jaw relaxes slightly, and I feel his breath become shorter, warmer. I subtly guide his hands, his arms, each contact a silent signal, an invitation to surrender to the choreography I dictate.

He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

One day I will just see him doing this to me face to face? I closed the book with both of my hands. I started putting the books I have borrowed. I excluded the book that Sheira let me borrow because it's my favorite book. I just held it and rested it on my left arm. Sheira also packed up, as she preferred being silent. She knew that one, wrong word from her and she'll be dead. I saw her biting her lower lip. "Wait, are we going to ask him who she was? You know, for confirmation..."

His voice shifted from that of his human to that of his wolf as his eyes flickered from sapphire blue to pitch red. This time, it was my wolf, who took control. She wanted to tease Thorin. "What are you waiting for?" Shiva seductively shook my body, making my breasts bounce, earning us both a growl from Thorin. "Ow! You want this so badly, huh?!" Shiva bit my lower lip as she batted my eyelashes. She wasn't even contented that she gently pushed Thorin up and got out of bed.

Her maw opened to drag air into her heaving lungs as her canines peeked out from her jaw. She moved like a ghost across the land and yet the world around felt her presence. Creatures shrank away as she passed, the very air falling still. She wasn't alone though. The shadows danced and darted around her as she sped through the night, heart thundering in her rib cage to the point it felt it would burst from her chest like a nuclear bomb detonating. The shadows closed in, but they didn't swallow Chloe up. They moved with her, their fur soft but cold, their feet thundering across the frozen land in unison with her as if it were the beat of some primal war drum.

As I started grabbing all the books I needed for the first four periods, I freeze, my brain registering Jackie's next words. "London Morse!" London Morse?! "Yes!" Jackie exclaims, bringing me to the realization that I thought out loud. I pivot on my heels and grab her shoulders excitedly, "Like the guitarist from Crash Course Rebellion, London Morse? London Morse that went to this very school London Morse?!" Jackie nods quickly and I feel my heart stop in my chest. London Morse is by far one of the most handsome men to ever grace this planet we call Earth but above all he is so talented and so cool.

The smells grew strong as my brothers and sisters chanted. “In a Macabre Waltz they twist and twine, Chains of despair in a haunting design. In the silent waltz of the night’s embrace, Whispering doom, each step a chilling trance. In the waltz of echoes, memories splinter, Souls shatter, lost in the void’s sinister winter. In the palace halls, where secrets steep, The eldest princess’ curse, her word to keep”

I cut in gently, lifting the book in my lap, “I’d like to get back to my story. I’m just at a very interesting page.” I didn’t look up again. I turned a page I wasn’t reading, letting silence be my shield. A few seconds later, she left. Only when I heard the door click shut did I lower the book and exhale. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped the arm of the chair. I stared at the door, heart pounding. That wasn’t Siora. Whoever it was… well I only know of one person that can shift, Xareth. I took deep breaths, I have to be careful.

His spiritual side is trembling in shame. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform