To Kill A Shadow Book 2 Novels & Stories

His eyes were an amazing shade of gold, and just now they sparkled with the dark promise of death. Almost too fast to follow his movements, the dark-haired man crossed the room with its crumbling plaster walls and stood behind the wolf with two curved, ornate hand sickles already in his hands. The soft ringing of metal resounded as he swung with expert precision, not even brushing her hair with his blades while he decapitated her tormenter. The head that had just been level with hers went one direction, while the hands gripping her arms fell away and the body toppled to the floor on her other side. Her mouth fell open in stunned horror, then clamped firmly shut again as she was sprayed with

I could taste metallic blood in my mouth. All I could see was the face of a man running towards us, or maybe I was dreaming. We have a man in our sights. Though his light was so bright. Had I died? Was I in heaven? With all I’d done in life, I couldn’t be there. But still, his actual face, the light that surrounded him.... It was like we were in two different worlds. Him in the light and me... I watched his angelic face as slowly the last drop of energy faded, giving way to darkness. THE END

However deeper she stared at those almost lifeless orbs, she couldn’t see mercy in it. With her eyes closed, she tried finding the l**k between her and her shadow. It was already severed due to her father’s unreasonable punishment. Using the ounce of energy she had, she willed her shadow to melt, and when it did, she spluttered and coughed, wheezing. Hands still on her neck, she collapsed on her pillow, catching her life like a fish forced into dry land. “I’ll take that as you still wanting to live. Do something stupid again, and I’ll kill you myself.” With one last smirk, he summoned the book back to his hand. “And I’ll take this.”

Ava's words stayed on my mind, and I knew my bed would soon be empty. "Olivja, please," Jack said as he followed me into the bedroom. "What do you want, Jack?" I asked him, and he looked down with no response. "The feeling was overwhelming," he said, and I laughed. "You'd better head to Shadow and complete what you began, Jack. Don't expect my consent, as it will never come. I'll never say it's alright just to ease your conscience. The truth is, it's not alright! It's painful! It feels like a betrayal, and I can't recover from it. So, don't waste time hoping I'll have a change of heart because I won't. I'm the one who loses in this. Not you, not her, not the damn pack members, just me. Me an

I lay there, trembling, tasting blood, my body aching, but it was my heart that felt shattered beyond repair. As darkness slowly pulled me under, one thought echoed in my mind: he chose her. I woke up in the hospital; no one was around, but the pain I felt had subsided. ‘How did I get here?’ I asked myself; just then a nurse walked in. “You are awake, Mrs. Adams." "The doctor said you should rest and you still need to recover. I will be right back." She said as she stepped out. As I sat on the bed, everything my sister said replayed in my head, and Cole’s betrayal

It seemed to writhe on the page like living snakes. ​"The Shadow and the Wolf shall become one," I read aloud, my voice trembling. "And in their union, the North shall fall. To save the world, the Queen must kill the King, or the King must devour the Queen. There is no third path. There is only the Void." ​"Kill you?" I whispered, looking up at Cassian. "I have to kill you to save the world?" ​Cassian stared at the book, his face a mask of unreadable emotion. "Or I have to devour you. To consume your light until there is nothing left but the Alpha."

The remnants of someone’s bedroom that was long forgotten about crashed around us. We screamed in terror. I was beginning to fear the house was going to fall down on us. We continued to hear the sound of slamming and fighting happening through the house. I was clawing at everything to try and find an escape. Out of nowhere, a book dropped in my lap. It was old. It looked like it used to be cream colored with purple lace. This matches Gabrielle’s style. I saw a key lock. Suddenly, a key dropped from the binding of the book. It was a diary of some kind. I think Gabrielle’s spirit or someone wants me to have this. I shoved it into my bag and peaked out the door. I could tell it was still not s

Even if it ruins me. I open the book to the page marked with a black ribbon. The ink is faded, a dark reddish-brown that looks like dried blood. I begin to read the words out loud. My voice sounds small in the massive room, but the air starts to hum. The temperature drops until I can see my breath. The Living Shadow spell is short, but as I say the last line, the silence in the room snaps.

The White Tide crown lay across the ravine behind us. It rose from the ground. The crowned shadow reached for it through Raiken’s body. I pulled the white wolf forward. Not fully. Just enough. Claws formed at my fingertips. White light spread across my skin. I drove my hand against Raiken’s chest. The shadow screamed. The pack recoiled. Black smoke tore from his mouth. It gathered above us, shaping itself into the false king. Shin threw his blade. The shadow caught it. Then laughed. You cannot kill blood.

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of