Shiver Series In Order Novels & Stories

LILA’S POV I pushed through the revolving door of Apex Media and the whispers hit me like a wave. Two interns at the coffee machine stopped talking the second they saw me. A group by the printers turned their backs too fast. Someone coughed into their sleeve and another phone screen went dark the moment I walked past. My stomach dropped straight to the floor. They knew. Someone knew everything. My skin burned under every stare.

Sierra whispered, “Already know it.” The blonde’s smile faltered. Before she could speak again, a soft hum vibrated through the hallway. The air shifted. Something invisible trembled. The shadows stirred. Sierra squeezed her hands into fists. Not now. Not yet. Be still. She swallowed down the venom in her chest, biting her tongue until she tasted blood. The trembling stopped. The blonde stood, sneering. “Tch. Boring…” The wolf-eyed girl spat next to her. They walked off, laughing. Sierra waited until their footsteps vanished.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

Olivia I looked him straight in the eye without giving him a reply. I jerked out of his grip, wanting to leave, but he grabbed my hand and pulled me tight until our bodies were joined. He wrapped his arms around my waist to make sure I couldn’t move. I struggled, but to no avail. A pleasant vibration ran through my body. As if thousands of butterflies played through my whole body. The touch between us turned into a lightning bolt that electrocuted my body. The scent of the perfume he used caressed my olfactory senses, which together with the electric shocks I felt, turned into hot shivers of pleasure.

Jace hands her his black t-shirt, before turning his back to us, still holding his jacket out in front of him. I get up, dipping my head down, resting my forehead against the cool wet blades, focusing on the human within. Willing my wolf to retreat. I slowly retract my claws and canines, pawing at the ground and licking my teeth as they do. My bones swiftly and smoothly shorten their length, seeming to gliding into each other, like the rods of a tent as they click into place. I can feel my wolf melt away along with my fur, and shiver at the cold breeze blowing over my bare naked body.

One strike—one chance—and we could end her. But then— Everything stopped. The shield shattered like glass. Sherry’s power blinked out, vanishing as though it had never been. The serpent exploded outward, fire unfurling with a roar of freedom that scorched the air. My storm silenced mid-breath, the thunder gone, the lightning snuffed out before it could descend. And worse— I couldn’t feel them. The wolves in front of me staggered, their forms collapsing inward as fur dissolved to flesh, claws to fingers, fangs to teeth. They shifted into humans again—not by choice, but by something ripping the shift from them.

His touched send me shivers and I looked at our hands interwine together. It feels right and wrong at the same time~ We stood on a circle and ready to roll. Okay I'm nervous. Sky hold my hand the entire time. Stuart is still talking to the staff "You nervous to kiss me again?" He asked and I rolled my eyes "I'm not." "You're lying again, baby." He said and I looked away. Baby? I like that~ He suddenly touch my neck and I flinch. I'm a tickleish person~ "Don't do that?" I shove his hand away

There are a few bodies scattered around, but I can't tell who they are. My eyes land on the king, his white wolf pinning another to the ground before ripping out their throat. His brother's wolf is nearby, fighting someone else entirely. His black form moves like a shadow as he snaps the spine of another shifter. I can't tell where Elric or his pack are. And I can't tell who's f*cking winning. My shoulder twinges with pain. I glimpse down at it. One of Elysia's teeth had managed to find a gap in my armor. There's a tear in my shoulder and I can't tell how deep it goes.

Clara's POV The absolute, ironclad reality of Mark’s threat didn't just hurt; it shattered whatever fragile remains of my spirit I had managed to scrape together. When he finally pulled his hand from my jawbone and strode upstairs to scrub my presence off his skin in the master shower, I didn't move. I remained pinned against the cold kitchen wall, my shoulder blades pressed flat against the drywall, my lungs gasping for air that felt thin, sharp, and stripped of oxygen.

The same strength sucking world she’d insisted on walking one last time before the boys got back. I looked down at her, eyes closed, teeth clenched, struggling to hang on. I balanced her silver ring, a gift from our Mother, on my knee and pulled my grey sleeve over my finger tips, dabbing at the beading sweat on her forehead. Something was happening in the Blacklands and for the first time in memory, Shades were crossing the Southern boundry in droves, bringing with them their violet sky and starless nights. They didn’t eat, they didn’t sleep, they didn’t stop. They just kept coming, pushing us back and taking our land, leaving a sea of dead bodies in their wake.