All Chapters of Shadow Heir : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Chapter 1The storm had broken hours ago, but the keep still smelled of rain—wet stone, damp banners, and the faint metallic tang of lightning lingering in the air. The wind hissed softly through the narrow arrow slits, setting the torches to sway and spit. Shadows lunged and recoiled along the walls as if they feared being caught still.Eolan moved through the corridor as one who knew every uneven stone beneath his boots, yet each step felt heavier tonight. The weight wasn’t from fatigue—it was the quiet certainty that before the moon waned again, his life would change. The keep had a way of pressing on him like that, whispering through its stones, reminding him that he was its heir not in name only, but in the marrow of his bones.He paused at the intersection of two corridors, the hem of his cloak brushing the cold flagstones. A torch guttered beside him, its light trembling over the carved wall—a parade of sigils and beasts etched centuries before his birth. His fingers hovered ov

The silence in the Court of Lanterns was unlike any Eolan had ever known.It wasn’t absence—it was containment, like the pause of a predator just before the strike. The masked courtiers stood in small, still clusters, their silks whispering faintly when they shifted. Lanternlight painted their masks in shifting amber and red, turning human expressions into something more unreadable, almost otherworldly.Eolan stood before the dais, feeling the gaze of the three masked figures seated above him. The center one—the speaker—tilted their head slightly, as if weighing the taste of his presence.“You have your mother’s eyes,” they said at last.The words struck sharper than he expected. He had no memory of her face—only her voice, a lullaby in a language he’d never been taught—but he had heard enough in whispers to know her name was both blessing and curse in this hall.The figure to the speaker’s left raised a slender, gloved hand. “Shall we waste no more time?” Their voice was smooth as gl

They left the Twilight City before the sun had fully breached the eastern hills, when the streets were still glazed in dew and the air smelled faintly of last night’s lantern smoke.Eolan didn’t look back. He didn’t want to see the Court of Lanterns receding behind him, not while the weight of its command still pressed on his shoulders like a mantle too heavy to shrug off.Arwyn rode ahead at first, guiding them through the narrow northern gate—a smaller, less-guarded passage known to merchants and smugglers alike. The guards there only gave Eolan a cursory glance before waving them through.The northern road climbed quickly into the highlands, trading the city’s warm dusk for a chill that cut straight through wool and leather. The land grew wilder with each mile—steep hills mottled with heather, streams running dark and quick under mossy bridges, forests of pine so thick the light came down in narrow columns.By midday, the road dwindled into a track, marked only by cairns of river s

Alright — here’s Chapter 7 of Shadow Heir*, keeping the duel tense and layered so it tests both Eolan’s skill and his restraint.---The first blow came fast.She moved like a sudden shift in the wind—silent until the moment of impact. Eolan brought his practice blade up in time, the wood cracking against wood with a sharp snap that echoed off the hall’s rafters.The northern heir didn’t pause. Her second strike came from a low angle, quick and cutting, meant to unbalance him. He sidestepped, the firelight catching in her hair as she spun to follow through.Around them, the hall watched in perfect stillness. Even the warriors leaning on their spears seemed frozen, their eyes tracking every movement.Eolan adjusted his stance, letting her press. She was testing him—not for weakness, but for rhythm, for the exact beat where she could end the fight.The third blow grazed his ribs. He exhaled sharply, stepping back. “You’re not here to prove anything,” he said.“I’m here to see if you are

The alarm bells of the northern stronghold rang in a harsh, metallic rhythm, echoing through the icy peaks. Below, the courtyard boiled with movement—archers sprinted to the walls, smiths hauled fresh weapons, and the smell of oil and smoke thickened the air.From the battlements, Eolan stared into the white expanse beyond the walls. The enemy’s black banner flapped in the wind—three jagged claw marks slashed across it. The figures beneath it moved with disciplined precision, their torches glowing in the swirling snow.Arwyn stepped up beside him, his voice low. “Not southern troops. These are sellswords. Paid well, by the look of their steel.”“Paid by who?” Eolan asked.“That’s the question,” Arwyn replied, eyes narrowing at the distant ranks.The northern heir approached, now armored in deep-sea lacquer, copper hair braided close to her neck. “Five hundred, maybe more. They’ll reach the gates by nightfall.”Eolan’s shadow curled faintly at his feet, restless. “Then we have hours to