A Throne Of Shadows Novels & Stories

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Their faces were gaunt, hollowed by the draining of their power, and their eyes, once twin orbs of molten darkness, flickered weakly like candles in a storm. The once-mighty Shadow Lords were nothing more than a collection of broken relics now, clinging to whatever scraps of their former strength they could. At the center of the hall, atop a throne split clean down the middle by some unseen force, their leader sat slumped forward. His form was massive but shrunken, cloaked in roiling black mist that barely obeyed him anymore. His long, clawed fingers tapped against the cracked armrest in a slow, irregular rhythm that echoed eerily through the desolate chamber.

Weeping Willow was a vampire dominated city, almost everyone was a vampire. Human settlements were really few due to the lack of communication with the outside world. It was wanted that way so that we could survive without worrying about the human government. It was the same way in every state and country, there was always a vampire territory for our kind. In Sydney it was Weeping Willow for us, the high order had given it to us. Yes there were lycans in weeping willow but they stayed just beyond the Crescent forest, the forest that served as fortress to us in case of emergency. I lived in the slums of weeping willow, a small village just before the Crescent forest named after the forest. Cr

] I just pocketed my phone when a voice, both familiar and pretentious, rang out: "Welcome, everyone, to the wedding of Sebastian and me." I turned to see Sebastian, sharp in a tailored suit, standing by Rosa in her bridal gown, playing the perfect hosts. They stood before a rainbow archway, their oversized wedding portraits smiling down. Catching sight of me, Rosa rose on her toes and planted a kiss on Sebastian. The crowd erupted in whistles and cheers, and Sebastian, a bit sheepish, dabbed at his mouth. He glanced up without thinking, and our eyes locked in an unexpected standoff. Sebastian, caught off guard, shoved Rosa aside, his awkwardness bordering on comical.

The cavern trembled with energy. The air hung thick, almost suffocating, as wolves cloaked in obsidian fur circled the obsidian throne. Each step they took seemed to reverberate with a heavy, ominous sound. Caelum stood at the foot of the dais, his hands clenched. Above him loomed the jagged throne of the Shadow King, its sharp edges glinting under torchlight like rows of teeth. The scent of burnt herbs choked the cavern as the priestess approached.

Book 2: Crown of Shadows Chapter 41: The Reckoning The throne room fell into a silence so absolute it felt like the world itself was holding its breath. Courtiers who had been shouting moments before now stood frozen, the weight of their miscalculation settling over them like a suffocating blanket.

Haz'th said after a while. The three of them ascended the twinkling glass staircases leading to the Throne Room, followed by more eyeballs and shadows. Passing through an unlit room that could have been anything, they reached the main hall. Bright lights were lit everywhere around them and instantly they knew it was for their benefit. The subjects around the throne manifested themselves into solid figures, but they looked weirdly translucent. They also seemed uncomfortable in the sudden light. "Princess Aelanor Gaelemariel of House Zauarn, and Lady Nimuel Saeltheriel of House Franirinth of The Immortal Utopia. Welcome to The Realm of the Shadows," a voice boomed.

“And what a delicious sacrifice you present.” To his right appeared Thorne, the Prince of Shadows, with flowing silver hair that seemed to move with unseen winds, crimson eyes glowing with cunning intelligence, and a lean, predatory build covered in swirling tattoo-like marks that pulsed with dark energy. “Her scent already betrays her,” he purred, stepping closer. His clawed fingers brushed a strand of hair from my face, sending electric shivers down my spine. “Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.”

Otsana’s gold mark burned beside me, but its light bent toward the throne like a flame leaning toward wind. Ashina sobbed harder, gripping her stomach while Maelor’s heartbeat echoed through the black bone like drums beneath a coronation hall. The first Blood Feather book floated above the throne, no longer thrashing, no longer screaming, but opening itself like a servant obeying its true master. A circle of old blood appeared around the throne’s base, then spread outward until it touched Blackfang warriors and Northridge nobles alike. Conri shouted orders, but the blood ignored every blade, every title, and every frightened foot trying to step away.

Made it part of himself. The gods had created a weapon specifically designed to survive them. And then failed to realize such a weapon would eventually turn against its creators. The Throne above Blackwood began retreating upward through the storm clouds. Fast. The Hollow King noticed immediately. “Oh no.” The shadows around him surged violently. “You don’t get to run now.” Massive black chains erupted upward through the sky itself and wrapped around the Throne’s skeletal wings. The construct screamed. Golden fire exploded across the heavens as it fought violently against the shadows dragging it downward toward Blackwood Mountain.