Shiver Book Novels & Stories

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.

“You would tell me if something was wrong.” “Yes,” she whispered. “I would.” But when he left, her body trembled with the lie. ⸻ By evening, she returned to the library. She couldn’t help it. The forbidden book drew her like a tide she couldn’t resist. As she slipped inside, the room greeted her with stillness, as if it knew her steps. She opened the book again, the ink gleaming faintly in the candlelight. The words swirled before her eyes, forming shapes she somehow understood without learning. Her lips moved, whispering fragments. The shadows along the walls quivered, then curled toward her like vines seeking warmth.

The shard reacted, glowing brighter, casting erratic shadows against the stone walls. “This isn’t just a relic,” I said, my voice low, intense. “It’s a key.” Vera didn’t flinch, but I saw the spark in her eyes. The realization hit her too. She reached out, and her hand hovered just above the surface of the pedestal, her fingers trembling slightly. Suddenly, a growl filled the air—a low, rumbling sound that made the ground beneath us vibrate. My eyes darted to the shadows, searching for the source.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.