Bride Of The Shadow King Novels & Stories

I stood up and helped Iris on her feet. "Our king is back," I said in joy, and Louis nodded in relief. I saw him appear not far from us, and he waved his hand, and the soul of the dead appeared—one of the King's powers which he keeps from others. I watched as the ghost-like creature appeared and flew to the witches and vampires, and the fire suddenly disappeared. He followed them, killing every vampire and witch that they passed by. No power can defeat our King except a Royal witch controlling a shadow. When our King faces a witch with a shadow, he will be defeated because the shadow is very powerful. It has the power of heaven and hell.

"Cortez and the Kingsville? This is something unheard of!" one of the woman in the cafe covered her mouth because of excitement, "This will be the wedding of a decade!" "Definitely!" "Our school queen bee is finally making a come back after all those years," they said and now most of the ladies are expecting that they will have the marriage on the next full moon. The next full moon. That's exactly a month from now. "There she is!" and she walks like a queen that she is. She was so devastated and embarrassed from what happened years ago that she didn't even faced the elites social parties.

I take my hand out of his warm, gentle ones, and the loss of the sparks leaves a cold, aching void in my palm. He doesn’t try to stop me. His head drops, his chin falling to his chest, and his dark hair cascades forward, veiling his face like a shroud of defeat. The picture of a dejected King is so potent it nearly stops me, but survival’s call is louder.

Mom staggered back, then lunged at me with her fingers clamping down on my neck. "How dare you curse your own brother. You're just a wild wolf, never truly one of the pack. Don't worry, when my time comes, I'll make sure to drag you down with me, so you can never harm a hair on my son's head." Her grip was unyielding, and as I gasped for air, a vision flashed before me. An orange sports car speeding down a winding mountain road. It was the flashy convertible my trust fund brother had just bought.

Ava's scream went through the bond before she had air to give it sound. Ryder shifted mid-leap toward the portal, already shifting, the crimson of his eyes blazing full and absolute, and the alliance wolves around the room were moving, the music stands overturning, the guests backing toward the walls, and through the crack in the floor a voice rose — deep, layered, the voice she'd dissolved in a shadow realm three weeks ago. Still here. Still waiting. *"The heir is mine."* The voice of the Shadow King, fuller now than it had been on the ridge, fuller than it had been in the shadow realm, powered by the full moon and the unspoken vow and everything they hadn't known they'd left unsealed.

Claim what is already ours. Serena clutched at her temples, staggering back. “No. I won’t.” But even as she spoke, her feet dragged her forward, heels scraping across the fractured stone. The throne wasn’t just calling—it was pulling. Invisible chains coiled around her wrists and ankles, dragging her toward its dark promise. From the shadows before it, the Shadow King watched. His form shifted constantly—sometimes cloaked in smoke, sometimes solid, like a warrior crowned in fire. His voice was both silk and iron when it slid through the Rift.

Wolves spoke of fire crawling in the halls, of shadows with voices, of the Harbinger Luna claimed by a monster. And in the silence of my own heart, his words lingered like ash. Bride of flame. Bride of shadow. Bride of me. To be continued…

With reverence, he began to recite the sacred vows that would bind Gabby and me together in holy matrimony. "Gabriella Gomez, do you take Kyra Wilder to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you part?" "I do," Gabby's voice, filled with emotion, rang out clear and resolute, her eyes locked with mine, a silent promise etched in their depths.

His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire. Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms. But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap. ... "This is bad, Selene! The arrow's poison is burning through the Prince's sanity!" The High Priestess’s panicked voice rang in my ears. I broke into a cold sweat. My chest tightened. The agony of being torn apart by wild magic was still seared into my bones. The horrible image of my two babies crying out in divine fire still haunted my eyes.

Still, amid her sister’s taunts and her fiancé’s betrayal, she saw only one way out. "I’ll do it," Claire stated firmly, meeting Natalie’s gaze head-on. "I will marry anyone, as long as it is not Arthur." Silas nodded slowly. "The decision is made. Arthur, you will marry Natalie in a private ceremony next month with no public celebration. And Claire, you will remain the bride of honor at the reception the day after tomorrow. As the wife of Julian Blackwood." Natalie grinned widely, feeling she had won this battle. She imagined Claire suffering for life with the outcast man, while she would soon hold power at Arthur’s side. She did not know that on that day, she had just handed the true thron