Novels by ShakingMyShadows

10 Years Later“Ready to go, Riley?” my father said. He looked into my eyes, as the smile on his face grew three sizes. I nodded slightly, not trusting my voice. I squeezed my eyes shut tightly and sucked in a deep breathe. The doors opened slowly and let me breathe out and opened my eyes. I looked around, seeing all the guests that lined the seats in the familiar garden.“You look like an angel,” my dad whispered, leaning over to kiss my forehead. The calm feeling that he gave me rushed through my entire body as the soft music began to play. He gave me one of his award-winning smiles, and I could not help but smile back. When I turned away from him, there he was.Although being a werewolf, we really did not need to get married since we were mates, but he thought that it would be a nice gesture since I was raised human. Even though it took us awhile, we decided that waiting for our daughter t

When I wake up, the sun had already set and the light was streaming in my room though the thin curtains. Declan actually stayed and I could see him lying perfectly still next to me. I stared at his face for awhile, letting the realization of the night settle in all over again."How do you feel," he asked, sleep still on his lips."I feel like I can't even begin to process what happened. I have only ever felt your emotions, but last night I felt his, and it was overwhelming," I say as tears start to fill my eyes."You can feel my emotions?" He asks, shocked."Yes, I have always been able to since I met you," I mutter."I see. That might be one of the benefits of being a White Wolf. Although I could hear your thoughts before the mind-link, some still slipped through. I'm not sure about the feelings though," he says wryly.I don't respond as he takes my hand and raises it to his cheek."Let's stay here for awhile," he says, pulling me cl

The week leading up to the ceremony seemed to fly by. The house was in a constant state of commotion trying to figure out the guest list, food, seating plan, guests of honor and everything in between. Since this was a very special event, Declan had arranged for Lauralie,Elsie and myself to go to the spa for the day leading up to the party. He said that he had extra protection placed throughout since my attack at the carnival, so it wouldn't be a problem."Don't worry, Dec! I'll keep her safe," Lauralie reassured him as we walked out the door. We pulled up to the spa, and 3 ladies came out dressed in white spa attire. Each lady grabbed one of us, and brought us into the spa leading us inside."Good morning, Luna Riley. My name is Anastasia, but you can call me Anna. I have been hired to doll you up this morning." She smiled sweetly taking my coat and handing me a robe and slippers. I slipped into them quickly, and then followed her down the hall into a r

My eyes fluttered open slowly as I took in the sights of the bedroom. The sun was shining through, making the room seem as bright as ever. 2 sets of eyes are on me and my face instantly flushed."You have really got to stop trying to get yourself killed, Riley," Elsie says, cupping my cheeks. "W-what happened?" I say weakly, bringing my hand up to my bandaged neck. "You were attacked. Luckily I think your wolf kept you alive," Lauralie responds, holding my hand."Where's Declan?" I ask, realizing that he wasn't in the room. He entered the room as if he had heard me, followed by Jesse hot on his trail. A worried look was brushed across both of their faces and I can tell something isn't right."Riley, there's something that we have to tell you," Jesse speaks. I sit up in my bed, trying to ready myself for more bad news. "You can't go back home. Maxine and Emmit's actions last night proves that you aren't safe outside of thes

It's been a few days since I had left the manor, trying to get back to normal but everything feels wrong. With everything that has happened, I have gotten the strange feeling that I no longer belong here. I wanted to take a couple days to myself so I could figure out what I want and it hasn't been very successful."It's because you belong with your mate," Aala growled, irritated. She's been very short with me the last few days since we left Declan, I assumed from the mate-bond. I could feel the bond course through my veins always, especially with his mark on my neck and it only made me ache to be with him again. "Okay, Riley. What gives? You've been walking around like a zombie the last couple of days." Page says to me. "Nothing, it's nothing." I say, tracing my fingers along the mark underneath my collar. "Did Declan break up with you?" She asked, looking at me skeptical."No, nothing like that. I'm just going through a lot right now."

"Is...is he dead?"It was supposed to be a fun night bowling with friends, but instead it's turned into a nightmare."Jenson? Jenson, are you okay?" Declan says, as he reached his bestfriends side. Jensons chest was still, and blood was still pouring out from the wound on his neck. "Pl..please ...help....me.."Jenson stutters, as blood started to pool in his mouth, dribbling down onto his cheeks.My hands instantly go towards his neck to try and stop the bleeding, immediately getting covered in blood. I held back a gag, as I put pressure on the wounds. "Declan!? We have to stop the bleeding," I yell at him, not sure if he even hears me, "Declan!If we don't do something, he's gunna die!" "His pulse is faint, he's not going to heal from this," Declan says, shaking his head in frustration.I've never seen Declan lose control, so we aren't going to start now."Give im some of my blood." I say grimly, not to thrill

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒Alistar's POVI couldn't stop the laugh that escaped my lips. Was this woman really my mate, and if so, how did I get so lucky? Every time I thought that I had regained the upper hand on this surprising little firecracker, she swept in with another feisty remark, another touch, another dare that knocked me off-balance and made it more unlikely that I’d never let her go. I was about to assure her I would be glad to accommodate her every demand, when a unfamilar noise outside the door cut me off, and suddenly the large heavy door swung open revealing one of the workers from the auction.“You gotta be kidding me,” The worker huffed, standing in the doorway, one hand on the doorknob,huskily into the phone, “False alarm, ma'am, we’re all good in here.” I shifted to block Charlie’s nakedness from view, as she picked her dress up off the floor near her ankles.“Do either

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒Alistar's POVI didn’t know how much time we had before someone came looking for us, but for now, devouring my mate in a forgotten office was the only thing I could think about. Every inch of her delectable little body belonged to me and only me tonight. My beautiful, raven-haired package perfectly sprawled out in front of me in her own little secrets and the tight black dress I had picked out for specifically for her. Mine. Those words echoed inside my head with each passing second. There was nothing more plain and simple about that fact. Kneeling before my delicious little mate, I pressed my face to the crook of her beautifully toned dancer thighs. The scent of her arousal battered every part of me, threatening to eradicate the very last bit of my self control I dared cling onto. I could feel the familiar yet pleasurable burn of my fangs descending, aching to touch her creamy white skin, but I knew that if I gave in to any

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒He spun me around and lifted the fabric of my dress easily,lifting the fabric in one hand while his other teased the skin between my thighs from behind. I arched my back and leaned my chest against the solid wood of the desk for leverage as his strong, demanding fingers drove into my aching pussy. The way he stroked me with a precise touch threatened to give me a crippling orgasm in thirty seconds flat. There was something about his icy touch that soothed something inside me and I only craved more. Feeling the power through his touch was exactly what I needed.“It seems our night has put you in quite the state, Love,” his sexy voice rasped, breath hot in my ear as his teeth nipped at my skin. Leaning in closer to me, he dragged his hand out from between my wetness and lifted it to his mouth. With a soft, husky moan he slid one fingersg into his mouth, sucking on the evidence of my desire, then switching to the other as his eyes watched

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒Alistar lead me out of the auction hall, down a vacant hallway. He forcefully pulled me into one of the adjacent rooms that seemed to be an office. He took a step towards me and for a moment, I held his gaze in silence, tension crackling between us. My breath was coming out in shallow pants, my lips slightly parted. Bringing my bottom lip between my teeth again, I nibbled lightly, which made him stare intently.I was already imagining the sweet taste of his kiss, the dangerous tease of his touch as he inched his way closer to me. In a flash, he closed the last of the distance between us, forcing me to take a step back out of suprise, then another. My rear hit the side of a desk, and I dropped my purse and gasped, looking up at him with a mix of fear and lust, a combination that all but sealed my fate. I knew he could feel my emotions, and I knew that he enjoyed it.He trailed a finger across my exposed collarbone just like he had done in the

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒Knowing that my precious mate loved Art was one of the reasons why I decided to bring her here. The second was to get my hands on one new possession—the Gerard David painting. The siren call of her scent stirred me to a frenzy that muted all else- The throne could wait, especially while I had my Queen to court first.Although I was the new king, and I had already claimed her I still had to abide by her other mates rules. That was a war not even a bloodthirsty, power-hungry Vamp like me would bring upon the supernatural. So for now, I set aside the politics of my father’s demise and focused my attention on my sarcastic, raven-haired beauty, determined to end the evening on a better note than how it’d begun. The hosts of the auction called for everyone to take a seat in the main room, and I held out my arm. With a soft smile, she reached for me, but then hesitated a moment.Although we had touched many times, I could still se

☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒☾⭒“They’re almost ready to start the bidding, Love. Shall we?” Alistar’s sweet voice said, as he offered his arm to me. He looked so handsome in his suit, staring down at me with his big baby blues.We started off the night with a small but pleasantly filling supper, which consisted of a wonderful selection of Tepas and wine. Several pairs of eyes had followed us as we moved throughout the event, sending shivers down my spine. As if Alister could sense my feelings, he shifted his seat closer, our arms brushing as we settled in at our small table that overlooked the auction floor.There was something about his presence that seemed to calm everyone in the room, especially me. He was talking to the waiter, and I decided to really get a good look at him. His eyes, the most piercing blue I have ever seen. His lush mouth moved softly as he spoke, and I couldn’t help but think about what transpired in the shower earlier.

The morning sun bathed the grounds of Windamere Academy in a golden glow as students gathered around the amphitheater for the opening task of the Elemental Tournament. Buzzing excitement filled the air as teachers and mentors arranged students into clusters, explaining the rules. Morgan and I pushed our way through the crowd, and I spotted Silas lounging casually nearby, grinning as he noticed our approach. His presence was a mix of familiar and thrilling, and Morgan seemed to enjoy his company, her laughter ringing out as she listened to whatever he was saying."Hey, Evie," Silas said, shifting the conversation to me, “Ready to dominate the tournament?”I couldn’t help but smile at his confidence. “Here’s hoping. What about you?”“Please,” he smirked, nodding at the grand stage being set up. “I’m just here to watch. But for what it’s worth, I have a feeling you’ll do great.”Morgan gave me a supportive pat on the shoulder. “You’ve got this, Evie. Just remember what we practiced.”I t

The afternoon sun cast long shadows over Windamere’s open training grounds, the faint hum of magic thickening the air as students prepared for the upcoming tournament. Morgan and I had just finished sparring with some low-level spells, practicing our agility and endurance. She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead, grinning as we caught our breath."Not bad, Evie. I’d say you’re getting the hang of it," she said, giving me an approving nod. "Although, if you’re paired with anyone like Jace in the tournament, you’re going to need to be a bit faster."I rolled my eyes, but the mention of Jace stirred up a strange mixture of nerves and anticipation in me. Before I could respond, a tall figure approached us, her steps deliberate and light.“Evie, right?”I turned to see a striking girl with glossy dark hair and a lean, athletic frame. Her blue eyes sparkled with amusement, and she wore a confident smirk. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place her.“Uh, yes, that’s me,” I replie

The next few days at Windamere seemed to drag by in a haze of routine and restlessness. Each day, the same classes and faces, but beneath the surface, a tension simmered. My friends and I kept our eyes peeled for any sign of the shadows, any whisper of dark magic, but the only hint of anything unusual was the strange chill that lingered in the halls, like the memory of something sinister lurking just out of sight.One afternoon, during our study session in the library, Morgan pulled me aside. She was holding an old leather-bound book, her expression tense. "Evie, I found something that might explain what we saw in the hallway."She opened the book, flipping through yellowed pages filled with diagrams of shadow creatures, spell components, and dark enchantments. She stopped on a page titled "Umbra Servientes"—Shadow Servants."This passage here," she whispered, tapping a paragraph, "says that shadows can be summoned and controlled by someone with enough power to bend them to their will

The day after the cafeteria incident, Windamere Academy felt different. An almost imperceptible tension filled the halls, lingering like the faintest whisper of smoke. My friends and I had met up for breakfast in the smaller, less populated dining area since the main cafeteria was still being cleaned up. Despite the more casual setting, we were all too aware that something strange was brewing.As we picked at our breakfast, Lyra leaned in, her voice barely above a whisper. “So, any theories on what happened yesterday?”Kieran glanced around the room, lowering his voice. “It’s not exactly normal for a tray to fly across the room by itself. It felt like a targeted attack.”“Against Evie?” Morgan asked, frowning. “But why?”A shiver ran down my spine. It wasn’t the first time I’d felt targeted since arriving at Windamere, but this felt different—almost more calculated. The idea that someone might be watching me, or worse, trying to harm me, didn’t sit well.“There’s one person who knows

The cafeteria buzzed with the vibrant energy of students mingling and sharing stories over steaming plates of food. Sunlight poured through the large windows, casting a warm glow across the long tables filled with students of all species—vampires sipping dark juice, sirens laughing melodically, and werewolves indulging in hearty meals.I sat with Lyra, Kieran, and my cousin Morgan, a plate of pasta in front of me that I hardly touched. Instead, I was distracted by the lively atmosphere and the scattered conversations around us. As I glanced around the room, I felt a sense of camaraderie with my friends. We had each other’s backs, and it felt good to be part of something bigger at Windamere.“Have you heard about the new student joining us next week?” Kieran said, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.“Another one?” Lyra laughed. “Are we sure it’s not just another rumor? This place has more new students than I have pairs of shoes!”“I’m telling you, it’s true!” Kieran insisted, his mout

he next few days flew by in a whirlwind of excitement and anxiety as I settled into the rhythm of Windamere Academy. Each morning began with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty as I explored my new classes and met students from diverse backgrounds. I felt like a tiny fish in a vast ocean, but I was determined to find my place.On my first day of classes, I walked into Elemental Magic with a flutter of nerves. The classroom was spacious, with windows that opened to a stunning view of the grounds, and the air crackled with energy. The teacher, a tall woman with flowing hair the color of flames and eyes that shimmered like embers, introduced herself as Professor Pyra.“Welcome, students! Here, we will explore the elemental forces of nature: fire, water, earth, and air. Each of you has a connection to one or more elements, and by the end of this term, you will learn to harness that connection.” Her voice was vibrant, filling the room with warmth.I took a seat next to a girl with dark,