Ashborn Solo Leveling Shadow Monarch Novels & Stories

He mutters. “Shadow wolf?” I ask. I’ve never heard this name before. “Yes. Just like there are celestial wolves, there are Shadow wolves. The strongest version of the Ashwalker rogues. You are the leader of them, their king and the one who’s going to preach the powers of our one, true God.” “And who’s the True God? The one who took down Selene?” I ask as I remember what Rena mentioned about the Moon Goddess being dead and the mating system getting messed up.

"Matthew, did you hear that? She says we're not even human. I'll show her what happens when she messes with us." The assistant's smile vanished, replaced by a storm of rage as she moved to hit me, but she did not see it coming. Slap! "Zip it. She's right. You're not human. You're nothing but my pawn, and you're fooling yourself if you think you can take her place. "Didn't I tell you to stay out of my sight? If you have trouble with your hearing, I don't mind helping with that."

“You – you said you need me and my spirit stone, right?” He looked at me with hard eyes. “I do.” “What do you intend to do with it?” “Only our king could answer that.” “Who is your king then?” “Our king is the great Apricusian leader – King Helion.” So, even the vampires are after this Shadow Rune relic… “Alright, you can have it, but you have to promise me one thing. You have to keep your word to Samalah. You must really help them out after this,” I said.

Maybe he would since he still like a rugged old man that woman would fall in love with. He shook his head. Nonsense, he thought before he slipped away further into the forest his paws were silent across the ground. He had trained since he was a pup that he will not be alerting his enemies when he was near. They will be least expected when he attacked and they never saw him coming. Turning all four, Caleb ran past the pine forests and trees as he was making his way into the known territories that have been bestowed to the Shadow Pack since the ancient time where Ancient Greece was thriving in the world.

“I’m just glad we haven’t been giving the new ones any wolfsbane. Who knows? Maybe they’ll learn to control it on their own.” Gray nods and offers Bo a wide grin. “Maybe. They’ll be a hell of a lot better than us if they do.” We all know the truth though. Lycanthropy is a curse. There is no way to control it. Not on the full moon. “Come,” Bo says, knocking me out of the dooming thought of our near future. He puts a hand on my back, lightly guiding me to start walking. “Alazaer is down by twin hills, waiting for the others to come back,” he tells us.

“The old Guardians are gone. We need new ones trained, prepared, and united.” Lucian nodded, his expression grim. “We also need intelligence. The First Shadow may be sealed, but his influence has already spread.” Kieran stepped forward, tossing a bloodstained scroll onto the table. “This was intercepted on the Southern Border. Rogues are massing again but now they speak of a new leader.” Elizabeth unfurled the scroll. A name was scribbled in blood: Asharoth. In the scorched lands beyond the Blackfire Mountains, a figure cloaked in obsidian robes knelt before a monolith of swirling shadow. Ashworth, the Herald of the First Shadow, raised his arms and muttered in the ancient tongue.

The shadow’s power pressed against her senses, but she met it calmly, letting anticipation guide every movement. The shadow rippled, pushing forward in deliberate waves of energy. Its whispers filled the air, testing perception and rhythm simultaneously. “You have grown strong,” it said, voice layered and omnipresent. “But mastery is tested when the threat is absolute, when perception itself is weaponized, and hesitation cannot exist. Can you maintain control when every instinct is challenged?”

“Remember what I told you. The Moonbearer’s choice is not just about battle. It is about sacrifice, about understanding what you hold most dear.” Kael leaned closer. “Whatever happens, we’re with you.” Luna nodded. “Thank you.” With a collective effort, they pushed open the massive doors. Inside, the temple’s heart stretched upward into darkness. A massive throne of black stone loomed at the far end, and upon it sat the Shadow King. His dark crown seemed to drink the faint light of the moons above. Around him floated shards of black crystal, pulsing with dark energy—the fragments of the Eclipsed Moon.

“That fire won’t take it down before it reaches the wall.” Eolan’s shadow stirred at his feet, sensing the urgency. “Then I’ll take care of it.” Before anyone could stop him, he vaulted down the inner stairs, boots crunching into the snow-covered killing ground between the gatehouse and the inner wall. The enemy saw him—shouts rang out, arrows loosed from the tower’s upper platform. He called the shadow up like a living shield, arrows vanishing into its shifting darkness. He sprinted toward the base of the siege tower, shadow tendrils latching onto the axles, the supports, even the frozen ground beneath. With a wrenching pull, the shadow tore the forward wheel assembly free.

The man stood with slow grace, like he didn’t need speed to be dangerous. “Dax Ashthorne,” he said warmly, as if greeting an old friend. “You look tired.” Dax’s voice went low. “Hollow King.” The man’s smile widened, pleased. “That name survived.” He touched his throat mark with reverence. “They tried to erase me. They couldn’t even erase the rumor.” My breath shook. “Who are you?” He looked at me, and I felt his gaze like fingers sliding under my skin. “The first ashbound your covenants ever feared,” he said softly. “The one they caged and named a monster so the world would forget what I was.”