Ashborn Solo Leveling Shadow Monarch Novels & Stories

His denim jeans pulling tight across his perfectly sculpted arse and legs. Marcus squeals in delight as Lucas scoops him up into the air and tickles him mercilessly. I watch them as a sense of peace washes through me. Remembering my time in the underworld. I had gone by so many titles since coming of age. Hunter, Princess, Wife, Twice Blessed, Cursed, Queen, but the greatest title that I will ever have the privilege to be given, is, and will forever more be, Mother. The End *** Foreword: Hi Guys, I would like to thank each and every one of you for having got this far. I really hope that you have enjoyed Shadowed Creatures.

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

Then she drifted weakly into a comfortable sleep, knowing love was there. He let out a relieved breath and held her close. Beyond the safety of Blackstone, however, the Shadow King stood atop a cliff overlooking the valley. He watched the silver light disappear into the night. A slow smile spread across his face. "So..." "They've completed the bond." He turned to the hooded figures behind him. "Prepare the armies." "The next phase begins at dawn." End of Chapter Nineteen

Ironfang’s subtle support strengthened her position, and Darius’s presence deterred open challenges. Lila struck that evening during a private dinner, slipping a stronger poison into Elara’s wine. Elara pretended to drink but used her emerging powers to neutralize it, the shadows purging the toxin from her system. The game had turned deadly. But Elara was no longer the prey. With Darius’s bond fueling her and her allies closing in, the Shadowed Queen prepared her final moves. The fall of Silvercrest’s old order had begun.

"If the Gate requires blood, it will have mine. I am a King of the Shadow Realm. My soul carries the weight of every life in this Spire." "Sire, the ritual will strip your magic," Thorne warned, stepping forward. "If you enter the First Kingdom without your shadows, you will be walking into the Architect’s lair completely unarmed." Malachi pulled his shadow-blade from its sheath, the dark metal humming as if it were mourning its Queen. "Then I will fight her with my bare hands. I will tear her throat out with my teeth if I have to. Prepare the altar." As the soldiers scrambled to follow his orders, Malachi knelt by Astraeus’s bed. He pressed his forehead against the boy’s, closing his eyes.

Nyxara POV The moment his eyes lock onto mine, I know survival is no longer guaranteed. --- Humans didn’t just win the war. They reshaped the world so completely that creatures like me became something impossible. A mistake. A myth. A ghost wearing skin. I walk through the city beneath artificial light that never dims, never flickers, never allows true darkness to exist anymore. Humans learned quickly that monsters prefer shadow. So they built a world without it. Or at least, that’s what they believe.

The hands of a girl who still had a universe of hope in front of her. The memories of the fall returned, but this time, they didn't bring terror. They brought clarity. The faces of her tormentors—Liam, the producers, the critics, and above all, Scarlett—flashed in her mind's eye not as sources of pain, but as a list. A hit list. They had thought the game was over. They had declared checkmate. A slow smile stretched across Ava Monroe’s face. It was a smile that didn't touch her eyes, a chilling, predatory curve of the lips that held no warmth, no joy, only the cold, crystalline promise of retribution.

Upon reaching home and Olivia wasn't there either, I Knew that she had figured it out. If she harbored any doubts before now, my private encounter with Monica would have confirmed her doubts. I wasn't happy with myself. I blamed destiny for the way it manipulated my life. I was not sure of whom I could confide in. If I confided in my father, he would likely advise me to choose Monica as my Luna to Increase my strength and produce robust offspring with her alpha genes. Yet, if I reject her, I would forfeit some of my authority, making me unsuitable for leadership.

"All of you. That is why I am doing this." I spoke the king's name again. Ashur. The heart blazed. The crown on my head cracked, the thorns falling away like dead leaves, clattering on the stone. The shadow in my blood screamed—not with pain, but with release. It poured out of me, black and thick, streaming toward the king, wrapping around him like chains forged from my own flesh. He crumbled. Not into dust. Into shadow. The same shadow that had lived in me, that had lived in Marcus, that had lived in the first wolf. It swirled around him, consuming him, pulling him back into the fissure. His red eyes dimmed, then went dark.

It was a dormant power, a lingering whisper of the darkness that had once threatened to consume Westoria from the inside out. "I will never let this poison touch the man I love or the people I have sworn to protect with my life," Ashley whispered to her reflection. She pressed her hand against her chest, using her strong will to force the purple glow back into a silver light. She knew that her journey was not just about being a Queen, but about fighting a secret war every single day to keep the monster within from ever waking up. The moon watched her with a knowing gaze, aware that the peace of the kingdom now rested on the shoulders of a woman who was both the light and the shadow. Ashley r