Shiver Book Summary Novels & Stories

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

She started unbuttoning some of the buttons on her blouse. ‘I saw the way you were looking at me back there and that seductive way you were licking that lip and it got me wondering if your thirst extended to more than just the need for that glass of water.’ He was so close behind her that she could feel his breath on her neck and it made her shiver a little.

This might prove easier than he’d thought. His first task was to get that book of Nick’s so that Alison couldn’t discover alternative methods for getting her vibration ready to shift into shadow land. Since she’d already been without Nick for a week, she should be feeling the lowering of her body’s vibration level and be eager to do something to keep it up. From the electricity he felt between them when they first met, he was certain it wouldn’t take long to get her into his bed, once he’d gained her trust; if for no other reason than the fact that she didn’t want to regress when she was so close to being ready.

She was certain he had to be a large wolf, and he must be a lot more ferocious looking than that stupid Rider. Finding it odd that she was thinking about which wolf was the most handsome, Everly shook her head to clear it and then returned her attention to her book. She was almost three-fourths of the way through the book now, and she still hadn’t found anything, but she thought that the book might be getting to a part that included something useful because it was talking about wolf shifters interacting with humans and how it was important for wolf shifters to keep their abilities secret from those who were not able to shift into wolves.

The air smelled clean, the lights warm, the shelves tall and perfect. “Choose the book that pulls you,” the woman said. “It will tell you what you need.” She vanished into the shadows. I walked along the shelves. My hand stopped on one book, not because I liked it, but because something in me reacted. A strange pull. The title was old, written in faded ink:” The Nature of the Cursed: shifters of the Moon.” My fingers trembled as I opened it. Inside were sketches, human shadows twisted into wolves, claws emerging from the hands, glowing eyes in the darkness. I swallowed hard.

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.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Being able to know what is, just because. “The Root of Ruin and Redemption,” I whispered. Who even writes these things? The pages crackled like dry leaves as I flipped through, searching. It talked about a lot of things, but I wasn’t here for the theory. I wasn’t here to hear words that meant little to nothing in my life time. And so, the first practical thing that I saw caught my eye. “Shiverthorn,” I croaked its name out loud. Rhena snorted within me.

This one is like one of the main Shifters I found in this world, with a weakness about it that causes me to have an uncertain outlook on my convictions. Something doesn't add up about this one that captivates me. I can't resist the urge to feel attracted to this being, a weird inclination grasping at my chest. I make a sound as if to speak apprehensively. At this clamor, the Shifter jerks, as though awakening from an erratic rest. It begins to step back, and even though it seems to be a phantom, I can feel a touch of dread exuding from the animal. "Sit back and relax… I… won't hurt you." I adventure somewhat nearer, watching its developments. Shockingly, it nearly appears to recognize my wor

It has floor-to-ceiling shelves filled with books. I scoot closer, plucking one of the books from the shelves and scanning through it. Apparently, it’s an erotic book, given the naughty image of two ladies on their knees as they simultaneously blow a man’s cock, their hands bound tightly at their backs. It’s titled ‘A Dom’s Way Of Spitroasting The Subs.” I turn the pages, and each chapter is transcribed into x-rated images. My pussy quivers when I see the image of the two sluts turned upside down on an inversion table while the Dom treats them with his cock.