Shiver Series In Order Novels & Stories

The title was simple. The Shadow Races. She sank into one of the leather chairs by the window and began to read. Vampires. Werewolves. Shifters. The pages laid them all out with a stark clarity that erased any doubt, these weren’t mere stories whispered in shadows or legends spun to frighten children. The book presented them as integral threads woven into the fabric of the natural order. Detailed histories unfolded beneath her fingertips, chronicling centuries of conflict and fragile truces, ancient wars that reshaped territories, alliances forged in desperation, and betrayals that still echoed in the present day.

Tessa shouts breathing heavily and a loud roar and growl fills the air and Landon and Jarek talks in unison " You will absolutely do no such thing! If you do that we all will be dead anyway!" Tessa looks at them with narrowed eyes, annoyed that they are teaming up against her, the she feels it, a sharp pain in her head running down her spine, and she drops down to her knees shouting, she breaks out in a sweat and is burning up. " Her shift is starting!" Valka says and her eyes glaze up as she is mindlinking soneone.

Hello Readers! It's me again. I'm sorry if there's no new chapter as of the moment. My team and I have decided to work on the novels individually so we will be releasing mass updates for each of the novels under my name. We will be starting with Reborn, to be followed by Wonderings, and then Shards of Time and finally, Until Then. It was difficult to release the chapters all together and in such a rush. We hope to give you quality chapters for each of these novels so please once again I ask for your understanding. Thank you.

Jasper POV I hadn’t come for this reason. I wasn’t going to deny I wanted her, but I honestly just needed to see her. I needed to know she was okay. Her chin was angled up, so I lowered my lips and breathed across her cheek before pressing a kiss against her jaw. I felt her shiver as I pressed kisses down her neck, across her collar bone, up the other side of her neck. I took her earlobe in between my teeth and gently bit down causing her to moan. My wolf riding me to claim her instead of the teasing bite, to bite deep and mark her so she could never leave us again. I smirked, I could see her becoming aroused and couldn't help but feel the same. The smell of her arousal thickening in the air

Even now, with the world trembling, they could not agree. But Serena wasn’t listening. She had already stumbled toward the crater, drawn by the pulsing aura. Each step was agony, shadows ripping at her body, trying to bind themselves to the silver light. --- The Shard Awakens The glow swelled, blinding. Then it shifted. The light condensed, shaping itself not into a stone, but into something alive. A wolf stepped forward from the heart of the crater.

And suddenly, among the forest smells, pungent miasmatic odors. I thought of the dangerous other shifters David warned me about. They couldn’t be out here so close to Hexen Manor, in the heart of Dalesbloom territory, could they? I held my breath and stared until shadows in the forest bent, moving. Not with the natural sway of trees or bushes, but like hulking figures, striding limbs. “Who’s out there?” I ventured, fighting the shake from my voice. Nothing answered but a low growl. I wasn’t alone.

A dank, miserable smell was coming from it and I wondered if Cherish was thinking back to her experience, when she was first kidnapped. “Hey, can you tell me about shifting then,” she said, quickly turning her face away and looking at the dawning horizon ahead. “Sure, I won’t lie, it's going to hurt like a bastard. Your body is literally rearranging. But it gets easier. Like eventually you will easily part-shift to reveal your teeth and claws if you find yourself in danger. But the first time, yeah…” “Okay, what is the purpose of it, like what should I be wanting to get out of it?” She really did know zero about shifters.

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the obsidian runes flaring, the ground within the chasm trembling, Veilshatter Echoes rising from the frosted shale, their forms coalescing into shadowy, decayed figures, their eyes glowing obsidian, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the plateau’s wind howling louder, the chasm’s walls pulsing faster, the Veilshatter Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Shattered Veil a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching its climax, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of decay a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a beacon in the darkness

I screamed, my hands trembling as I watched the massive thumb of the Sculptor press down on the center of Silas’s chest plate. --- ## Chapter 55: The Weight of the Sculptor's Clay The **First Shadow** stood between me and the rift, his brass face twisted into a look of triumph that made my blood boil. He didn't seem bothered by the presence of the Sculptor; in fact, he looked like he was basking in its cold, sterile light. "It’s beautiful, isn't it?" the First Shadow whispered, his violet eyes dancing with a sick, ancient joy. "The return of the Absolute. No more glitches. No more 'Red Blood.' No more love. Just the perfect, unchanging silence of the marble."

AUGUST 14TH. The Night of Shards. The night the bond snapped and the world started to format me out of existence. My fingers lingered on the number '14.' The temperature here didn't just drop; it plummeted. My skin went tight, the Mercury Lines on my wrist beginning to thrum in sympathetic resonance. Silas Vance had been right. The system won't look for code inside a corpse, he’d whispered weeks ago, before his own memory had started to leak away.