White Shadow Book Novels & Stories

Aurora Wildheart stood in her third-floor guest room, her silver-blue eyes tracing the intricate patterns of the four-poster bed’s canopy, her thoughts a tempest of the missing women, and Vincent’s cryptic message: The shadows are restless. Stay safe. Her forbidden bond with the vampire liaison was a quiet anchor, yet the mystery of her past—lost before The Emerald Forest Pack took her in at seven—pressed heavier, whispering of secrets that could unravel her world.

She then decides to walk into the study, intrigued by the kind of books that Kaide would have, leaving her intrigued with what she could learn from them. After a minute of browsing, she could hardly find anything apart from combat and maps. She was about to give up until she sighted a silver-lined book from the driver of her eyes, with a white-marked insignia that read “The Shadows Wolves,” which Elise whispered out. She didn’t know why that particular book called out to her as she reached for it, but the minute she did, the door to the study opened, and Kaide peered in with a sigh of relief on his face.

I swallowed hard, heart pounding as I fought the urge to call out. And then I saw it…a shadow, darker than it should be, detaching itself from the corner of the room. It wavered for a moment, like a trick of the light, then moved with purpose, swirling closer around my feet. My breath caught in my throat as the darkness stretched out, curling around me, cocooning me in an otherworldly embrace. I knew what this was. I’d seen in the book of supernaturals, whispered stories of creatures that could manipulate shadows…wolves with abilities beyond the norm. I never believed them… until now.

So it happens that he wasn't even afraid of me in the first place, and he simply acts the way he did because he's a little annoyed by my question. "Please," I say, finding my manners now in the strangest of times. He contemplates my attitude for a while, and I laugh seeing that he is deciding whether or not to approve. Finally, he nods in agreement. "Some kind of group has started retaliating against the Shadowfang," he tells me. I find my smile wiping off my face entirely at his words because it's one of the things I don't expect at all. "Who exactly?" I ask. He shakes his head.

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

The Great Library was a cathedral of silence, a place where the air felt like velvet and the dust motes danced in shafts of eternal, golden light. Anna moved through the obsidian aisles with a lightness she didn't quite understand, her feet silent against the polished floor. She was wearing a dress of gossamer white, a garment that felt like a second skin of clouds. In her arms, she cradled a stack of books so high they nearly obscured her vision,leather bound tomes of McKinnley history, scrolls of celestial magick, and genealogies that stretched back to the first dawn.

"It just changed its shape. Your father knew that. He knew that if a Thorne didn't claim the 'Management,' the Void would." The ledger in the shadow's hand began to glow with a sickly, golden light, the same color as Mina’s eyes. The book began to open, the pages flipping with a sound like a heartbeat. Mina’s name on the cover started to bleed into the leather. "Mina, don't look at it!" Kaelen roared. He lunged toward the shadow, his hunter's knife flashing, but his blade passed through the image as if it were smoke. The shadow didn't even flinch.

“There's a way to stop Rhaegal. It's all in there,” I sighed, taking his words with a big doubt. “How could such a book exist yet I know nothing about it?” “It's too small to be noticed. Most times overlooked,” he remarked. I started my way down the rows and columns of the shelves. “What more do you know about this book?” Silas’s eyes followed my every move as he spoke, voice steady but urgent. “It isn’t thick, barely the size of your palm. Black cover, no title, only a wolf’s crest etched faintly in silver. It doesn’t sit with the other histories, it hides in plain sight, usually between older ledgers.”

I looked down and saw a strand land across my shoulder. White. I froze. Another strand, white. Then another. I reached up and touched it, my fingers trembling. My hair wasn't turning silver. It was turning completely white. The light around me intensified. Tamara backed away from me. "No." I looked at her. "You're afraid." The Shadow snarled through her. "Of you?" I took one step forward, and the entire Shadow World shook with it. "Yes." I raised my hand, and the darkness surrounding us began to disappear. Everywhere my light touched, the black mist dissolved into nothing.

She's dangerous. "She's the one that's helping Josiah. He knows that I'm here." I say. "Tessa. You're the only one that can stop her." Angelo says. "I don't understand. I can't fight that." I say. "Yeah. You can. But not right now." He says throwing a bottle of something at the shadows. When it smashed on the ground it released a pink mist that made the shadows retreat. "What was that stuff?" I asked. "I have friends that are witch's too." He says.