A Throne Of Shadows Novels & Stories

"Fear." "Understanding." She gestured, and the throne room showed images – realms under her control, peaceful but silent. Wolves who obeyed without question. Witches who cast only approved spells. Phoenixes that burned on schedule. "I rule seven realms through shadow because shadow is honest. It shows what light pretends doesn't exist." "You're a tyrant."

“They disappeared.” I grip the blanket tightly, my knuckles aching. “She didn’t just take the throne. She cursed me. Every time I reach eighteen, I die. Every single time.” Martha stares at me, her expression softening with pity. “You’ve had a terrible dream, Ethan. Let’s not—” “I’ve lived it,” I snap, my voice sharper than I intended. “Six times, Martha. I’ve lived it six times, and every time, I die before I can fix it. She’s taken everything from me—my father, my brothers, my throne… Jane.”

When I opened my eyes, the world was wrong. The sky was a deep violet shot through with cracks of gold. The ground shimmered like obsidian, reflecting the twisted stars above. Rivers of black fire ran between jagged cliffs, and in the distance, a colossal throne carved of shadow loomed over everything. Edward was beside me, breathing hard. “This is his realm?” “Welcome, children of light,” a voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. “You come to challenge a god.” The ground trembled, and from the throne, the Shadow God rose — towering, beautiful, terrible. His form was no longer smoke; it was flesh and light and darkness intertwined.

She saw blood on the throne, shadows slithering beneath the city’s surface, hungry and waiting. Then she saw herself. Not as she was. But as a queen. Her reflection in the polished obsidian throne wasn’t her. This version of her was cloaked in black and gold, her eyes burning with power, her lips curled into a knowing smile. A queen of shadows. A ruler of ruin. The throne wanted her. And some terrible, hidden part of her… wanted it back. No. Elara yanked her hand away, stumbling back. The throne’s power fought her, trying to pull her back, but she resisted. The moment her skin broke contact, the room screamed—a deafening wail of something that had been denied.

"Can you tell me where it is I am exactly before I choose?" "Well, you have lots of questions," He lets out a small laugh, "You're in the House of Shadows, in this particular realm each door is either a prison or a way to freedom. Don't think you are safe even if you happen to pick a door with no danger. Danger lurks in every direction here." I look at him with conviction. I can hardly believe he wanted me to pick a door that could potentially kill me, but then again he's a demon and only wants what amuses him most.

He had stood in the shadow of the hero, and he had seen the cracks in the stone. He finished his "maintenance" and drove back down the hill. He passed the news vans, the guards, and the grieving followers. He felt like a shark moving through a school of colorful, panicked fish. Back in his basement, Silas turned on the monitors. The "ghost" sensor was live. He could see the interior of the Sorgentone living room. He could hear the Legend pacing on the hardwood floors. The "Hero’s Shadow" was no longer just a metaphor. Silas Thorne was now inside their walls, under their skin, and in their very water.

But that throne changed us all. Even me and him. He was once my guard, my protector. Now, he’s after my kingdom. The path to the throne is paved with thorns, pain and blood. To win, I’ll risk it all. I should risk all of that I have even if my heart is included. --- ETHAN ASH PENDLETON

Lucky there’s nothing deep needing stitches. In my grieving and broken state, I begin to feel faint. I let myself go and pass out. Opening my eyes I feel myself transported into another realm. Standing in front of me is my grandmother’s house which stands in front of a looming property which I dare not go near. The “LeFleur” mansion. A place said to belong to my ancestors from centuries ago. A place that continues to haunt my dreams since a child. Something about this place calls to my soul, it pulls me and begs me to return. The house stands in the Normandy countryside. She feels it in the wind and air, she feels it in the depths of the earth, it’s as if a spirit like a piece of me is locke

His Highness had sent word to him a few days ago that he'd be arriving in a week's time to gather the academy's best as well as strongest fighters. "Yes, we'll take them based on ranking but make it quick, I can't stay here for long." Dane nodded in understanding before leaving the room to tell one of his subordinates to get started on the announcement to the students. When Dane left the room, Lucian turned to Llewellyn and spoke, "More and more people are starting to believe the throne has been corrupted." "If anyone outside the people who already know, should find out about her being the successor," Llewellyn glanced at Katherine briefly before continuing, "Not only will they refuse to be

The truck sped across the muddy beaten path full of tire tracks from other vehicles. Lukas stared at the bright sky. Even if it was morning, the fact that the things they fight in the shadows existed made the world a dark one that no sunrise could ever illuminate. Back when he was living in ignorance, everything was colorful but when he was pulled into a battlezone where incarnated nightmares are the belligerents, everything just becomes black and white. And he thought that the Moro rebellion was dark enough. This conflict, simply known in the documents as the Shadow War, had made him see everything.