Shiver Book Novels & Stories

The Edge of Shadows The bitter wind howled through the ruined valley, carrying with it the scent of ash and despair. Saraphina tightened her grip on John’s trembling hand, feeling the coldness seeping through his skin. The chasm beneath them pulsed with an eerie blue flame that danced like restless spirits trapped between worlds. Around them, the remnants of a once-majestic temple lay in shattered ruin, broken pillars and scorched stone telling silent stories of betrayal and bloodshed.

I shouted. "Yeah, I did good." She wiggled her hips, after that giving me a high-five. "What kind of book is it?" I grimoire,” my lips tugged downward. Her brown eyes were framed with white. "A grimoire, as in what witches use?" I nodded slowly. "Yeah." "Oh, my God. Shifters are real. Witches are real. That means...aliens are, too. Ah!" Her scream set my nerves on fire, and I growled, grappling her around the shoulders. "Get yourself together, Miss Vargas."

He whispered against my ear. A shiver of excitement ran through me which immediately released my hold on him. “Good girl.” He whispered before kissing my neck. I drifted off to sleep before Damian returned. Small waves lapped against the sand as I stood watching them. The sound of wildlife around me filled my ears. The waves swooshed louder and became bigger. Quickly swishing passed my ankles and sent ice cold waves through me. I tried to back away but I was held in place. The sand was swallowing up my feet and holding me in place. I tried to thrash and pull my way out, but I couldn’t move. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. As soon as my eyes closed, the sand released me and the crash

I commanded, my voice echoing with a resonance that was not entirely my own. ​The iron bolts groaned, a sound like a giant waking from a long slumber. The door swung open slowly, revealing a chamber filled with a soft, ethereal glow. Thousands of scrolls were tucked into honeycomb shelves that reached into the darkness above, and in the center stood a pedestal made of pure obsidian. On it sat the book, bound in skin that shimmered like a raven’s wing. ​"The Book of Shadows," Lila whispered, her torch flickering as if the room itself were trying to snuff it out. "It actually exists."

Everything she had read in books, and all the scenes she saw in movies, she had imagined how it would be, but it was nothing compared to the real thing. They were lost in that kiss, they were tightly wrapped around each other but it just felt like they weren't close enough. She lifted her leg around his hip, pulled him towards her, her long beautiful leg was exposed as her dress hiked up from the gesture. He slid his hand along her thigh and felt the hair on her body stood up. When a strap of her dress fell off her shoulder, he almost lost it, he ran his lips to her cheek, made it's way past her ear and down to her neck. Her whole body shivered, she wanted him to kiss her everywhere, she bur

Often, such relics fell on her hand, and often, she buried them underneath the sea. So how… Did these exact relics appear once again? She thought the ocean was supposed to be a mysterious place. “What is it?” “Shadow!” Both of them stood up, showing their claws. Throb. Her head was throbbing hard, but she must analyze the book first before her final verdict. She picked up the pen and the book. It was that moment. Shhhhhhh– The book and the pen glowed in red. Grrrr! Aidan growled, and Firash bared his teeth.

Stone holds, pup—stand, fight! Lila crouched behind a petrified trunk, her chestnut ponytail swaying in the wind, hazel eyes wide but steady, her parchment scroll clutched in her hands, charcoal stick smudged with frost, sketching the shard’s runes, her fingers trembling from the cold, her wool cloak wrapped tightly around her, her tunic stained with sweat, the shard’s hum a puzzle she’d solve, the wind making her breath fog, the obsidian glow of the runes casting an eerie light on her face, the chasm’s walls glinting nearby, the petrified trees’ shadows stark, the air shimmering with dark magic, her courage a quiet flame in the frozen plateau, the scent of decay a call to action. Spark, her

I shudder in response and lick my lips as I try not to think about where I want his lips to go next. "That woman," His breath tickles my ear, "Is not my lover." "Then," I breathe, "Who is she?" He doesn't answer as he kisses the top of my ear, my stomach swirling and my body going hot. He moves lower, placing another kiss just behind my earlobe and I nearly gasp. I grasp his shirt in my hands as I tilt my head to grant him more access to my neck. I feel him dipping his head lower and as he places his lips on my skin, a knock on the door behind me interrupts the moment. The heat in my body dissipates and I push him off of me, feeling a bit embarrased about letting him kiss me like that.

Sierra waited until their footsteps vanished. Then she stood. She didn’t cry. Didn’t brush the dust from her skirt. Didn’t look back. Instead, she whispered a word in a language no one taught her, one that rose from her blood like smoke. And the shadows shivered in delight. “Vel’thra nex umbraa…”

Not sure exactly what She was lookSheng for, but She fIgured She’d know Sheng when She saw Sheets. After walkSheng back and forth down a couple Shingles, She turned the corner to go down a thSherd row of shelves when somethIng caught my eye. She walked straIght to thShes book that was pulled out further than the rest. She tried to blow soher of the dust off and all that managed to do was send her Siento a sneezSheng fShet. She pulled the book out and looked at the cover. She could tell She was an old book; She looked lIke She could crumple to a mShell Shion Sheets at any theher. She wiped off the front cover but there was nothIng on Sheet. No tItle or author or pIcture; nothSheng.