Shiver Book Novels & Stories

They burned, as if each one carried the weight of the humiliation I was feeling. I pressed my elbows together, burying my face in them, hoping to block out everything. But it didn’t work. Those awful words crept back into my mind like uninvited guests, taunting me mercilessly: Whore. Slut. Prostitute. Shameless homewrecker. Unwanted bitch. Useless bastard. Pretty c**t. Each word echoed, growing louder and sharper, until it felt like they were carving into my soul. And then, as I shook feverishly, I realized something that sent another jolt through me.

Rivener lunged toward her, instincts pure protection. Adrian lunged too, instincts pure prophecy. And Charlie— Charlie’s vision snapped white. Not bright. Not glowing. White. Like snowfall. Like breath in winter. Like the hush before something breaks. Charlie Shifts… But Not Into What Anyone Expected Her knees buckled. Her fingertips dissolved into motes of silver dust. Then her arms. Then her shoulders. Then everything. Rivener shouted her name—echoing, distant. Adrian swore in a language Charlie didn’t recognize.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

I said, smiling. "Alright then, let's go." He said as we both moved out of the hospital and back into the car. "Let's go back home, I said." It's a chilly afternoon and there was a cloudburst. I was feeling so cold, and I suddenly started to shiver so badly. Why was I shivering this hard? I know it was cold but I didn't shiver this way. "What's wrong? Why are you shivering this hard?" He asked, but I could barely speak. The cold was taking control of me. I could see him make a u-turn back to the hospital and after a moment I couldn't understand what was going on anymore. My senses blurred out and I couldn't feel anything. It was like that same time when my spirit left my human body. But this

Words that completely placed her off guard as it penetrated into her ears making a shiver run down her spine. A shiver which increased when his thumb went to lift her chin up pulling her gaze to meet his. And ever so slowly, with his lips so close to her ears, he whispered "SEDUCE ME EVELYN"

I whisper, my voice shaky as hell. Lucas shakes his head slowly, his eyes locked on the nightmare unfolding in front of us. He looks just as helpless as I feel. Shiva doesn’t say a word. She slips her hand into her jacket and pulls out a dagger. Her lips move as she mutters an incantation under her breath. Before I even fully register what’s happening, she hurls the dagger at the beast. It hits its arm, and the creature lets out a deafening shriek that makes my skin crawl. Then it turns its furious gaze to Shiva.

The world didn’t break with a bang. It broke with a **shiver**. A deep, bone-cold vibration rolled through the earth, the sky, the very marrow of those still standing. Trees groaned as if mourning. The wind hissed low like it knew a secret no one should hear. Kael stood at the cliff’s edge, Rowan beside him, both watching the growing crack in the sky. It wasn’t violet like the Rift, nor golden like the Flame.

It began with an eerie, oppressive silence. Not the kind that wrapped around her as a comfort, but rather a heavy stillness that seemed to observe her every move. Autumn stood at the precipice of the graveyard, sprawling behind the aged Mirabella Estate, her dark hair fluttering gently in the unseen breeze. With her eyes shut tight, she lifted her palms toward the heavens, feeling the crisp air fill her lungs rhythmically. The cool metal of her pendant rested against her chest, a steady weight of familiarity, while The Book of the Veilwalker lay open on an ancient stone altar before her. Its pages fluttered erratically, stirred by a wind that felt wrong, alien, as if it siphoned whispers fro

"You're reading too much into it. Go as far as you like. I'll even drive you." He reached for her suitcase, but she stepped back. "Don't bother. I'll visit my parents' graves first, and then I'm gone." Elton softened at the mention of her parents, who died saving him. He'd respect them forever. "I'll go with you." "No need." Suddenly, a cat darted out of the shadows toward her. Lillian, severely allergic to cat fur, panicked and raised her arm to shield herself, which startled the cat. She stumbled and fell to the floor, clutching her itching throat as she coughed violently.

Nick complained. “You have plenty of money, young man,” Wilma scolded. “You’re family’s rich for goodness sakes.” “Rich in money, but poor with finesse. I don’t know how to compete with Martin. That’s why he always gets the girl,” Nick admitted. “Not this time,” Wilma said as she stood up and walked with determination to the window next to Nick. “Wow, it’s cold next to you.” “We vibrate at such a rapid speed that the air around us will often feel cold to a mundane,” Nick explained. “It’s one of the ways you can tell there’s a shadow walker in the room if you don’t have the ability to see them.”