Novel & Cerita Shiver Series In Order

Jade's POV The world didn't end with a bang or a line of malicious code. It ended with a quiet, bone-deep vibration that started in the center of my chest and radiated outward until my very soul felt like it was rattling against my ribs. The "Iron Shiver." That was what the survivalists called it—the moment your body stops fighting the cold and starts preparing for the shut-down.

Suddenly, my hands started shaking and the plates I was holding fell on the floor and shattered into pieces. I forcefully opened the door so I could help myself upstairs but suddenly fell on something. I lay down screaming in pain but no one was coming to my rescue. I turned around to try getting hold of something I could stand with when my hand suddenly hit a glass and everything shattered into pieces on me and pierced through my skin. A few seconds later, I felt the omegas gathering around but no one dared to offer me a helping hand as they would be severely punished. I was still struggling to get up when I heard a familiar voice screaming my name.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

I gasp, moaning, pressing back, shivering, trembling, desperate, lost, dripping, shivering violently, undone. I shiver violently, groaning, grinding, curling fingers, dragging, rolling, pressing, chasing the fire in my core, shivering violently, desperate, moaning, trembling, lost. I cry out, high and ragged, nails digging into the mattress, body trembling, writhing, desperate, lost, soaked, completely undone.

The day I was deemed a mere human. You see, we are shifters. In the year 3120, the supernatural world rose and took over the human world. Slowly the humans decreased and the shifters became the dominant races. When people used to think of shifters they would assume it was a human-wolf hybrid that could change with the full moon.

One shadow. Casius stiffened. “That symbol again.” Alina swallowed. “The White Wolf. The first alpha.” Her voice dropped. “They erased him from history.” She moved down the aisle, reading spines etched in runic script. Chronicles of the Silver Howl. The Bloodmoon Accord. The Warding Flame. Her hand stopped. Three volumes sat pristine at the end of the shelf. The White Wolf. The Warding Flame. The Prophecy of Balance. Her throat tightened. “Three complete texts.”

Entry 12: “Elara came back today. I wasn’t expecting it. She looks different—harder, colder. I can’t let her stay. I’ve spent too long building this life to let her ruin it now. She thinks she can reclaim her place in this family? I’ll make sure she knows exactly where she belongs. In the shadows.”

Saliva dripped like tar from their jaws, and their movements were jerky, twitching unnaturally. “Possessed!” I shouted. Rhett shifted in a blink, a blur of black fur and bared fangs. I called on the cold, let it surge through my veins. It was stronger now—more obedient. A smooth surge of winter power spread outward, coating the earth in frost. The wolves lunged.

With a few small random lights, I can barely see much, I’m not missing anything anyhow. I close my eyes and burrow into his neck. I feel him moving fast, so fast it's like the wind is hitting me. I’m desperate to look but I can’t. I’m terrified by what I’ll see. The way he’s moving, the way I feel his body maneuvering and twisting… it can’t be normal. “Quiet,” he whispers, just as he goes stiff as a statue. Like it matters, a shifter will hear my heart racing, hear me trying to control my breath.

Evans said, placing it in my hand. The second my fingers brushed against the metal, something inside me snapped. A force—violent and overwhelming—rushed through my head like a dam breaking. Pain. Blinding, splitting pain. A flash of red. A scream. A hand reaching for me-rough, desperate—before I was falling. Images flickered in my mind, too fast to grasp. My body convulsed, muscles seizing as if struck by lightning. A scent-sharp, metallic-filled my nose. Blood? My pulse thundered, too fast, too loud.