Bride Of The Shadow King Novels & Stories

His lips moved toward hers, drawn by a gravity he couldn't fight. But then, the second half of the prophecy echoed in his mind like a curse. “Beware the Shadow... the anchor that drags the King into the dust.” He looked down at Floreighn. She was pale. She was a servant. She was the Shadow Twin who lived in the corners of the world. The oracle hadn't just promised him a Sun; it had warned him about her. She wasn't his mate; she was the thief of empires sent by the Goddess to test his resolve. She was the anchor meant to keep him a commoner forever.

“From this moment on, you are Lady Elinor Avelaine of Valmere… candidate to become the Demon King’s bride.” Silence followed. And within it, the last shadow of the girl who had once been Lyria… died.

I swallowed the ache in my throat. “I know. I won't come near you again.” I turned to leave. At the end of the hall, maids whispered, “The Imperial summons for the Blood Prince's bride went out today. Noble girls trembled opening theirs—thank the Moon Goddess, theirs were blank.” “They say the Blood Prince is from the First Bloodline—an Alpha so old, his bond doesn't heal, it feeds. Every bride gives her life-force to keep him strong…” “The Sixth? Vanished. No body. No soul-mark. Like she never existed.”

"Guards! Are you all cowards?" Sarah shrieked, her voice reaching a frantic, hysterical pitch. She snatched a ceremonial silver dagger from the wedding altar. Her white dress was stained with the wine of her broken glass, making her look like a blood-splattered ghost. "She’s using witchcraft! She’s a monster! Kill her!" The guards shifted uncomfortably. Their eyes darted between Sarah and the Shadow King standing by the door. No one moved. They could feel the power radiating off me—a heat that made their own wolves want to curl up and hide.

He warned me about it and the worst has happened. "May you forgive me, my priestess." Earlier as the new Priestess showed herself, I instantly knew she was the Demon King's bride. I betrayed her. I would've run to her side but my legs felt like there were concretes stuck on my feet. The way her feature darkened, how she managed to shoot that arrow, and how she grinned, I have not seen her do that, not even Clairra. "And so you came." From a dark alley emerged the handsome image of the Demon King's brother, Narth. "I believe you've seen the Priestess firsthand?"

He dropped on one knee and lifted my chin. “Fucking hell,” he whistled, “we caught a pretty one today.” He paused, his brows furrowing into a frown. “Wait a minute… Why do you look familiar?” “Boss,” someone's distorted voice came from behind, “I forgot to mention. She's the Mafia bride.” “What do you mean?” Uneasy silence hung in the air. “The Draven bride, boss.” The silence lasted longer this time, and the boss's hand fell away from my face. “Why the hell are you just telling me this?”

she said. I stood up and went out. In the sitting room were Jenny, Huda and another maid I didn't know about. She bowed in greeting along with the others. “Good morning my queen, my name is Sarah." She told me because I had given her a look to introduce herself. That was how it began, my preparation to walk down the aisle and get to the altar, pledge and vow my life to another man and not just anyone but to a king. We took quite a while because everything had to be done to a perfection. The bridal dress was harder than I thought to put on. The way it fitted me was almost too much, I felt like I could faint.

The vision whispered: “She who stands in eclipse holds the world’s fate.” From the swirling void of the gate, a hulking man cloaked in black emerged, his glowing scarlet eyes burning through the abyss. Darkness rippled outward as his forces spread like wildfire, consuming everything in their path. Veyron watched helplessly as they seized his mate, forcing her to her knees before their champion. His laughter rebounded off the earth, echoing into the depths of Veyron’s soul. The vision shifted again, and the Gate’s cryptic words struck him once more: “Beware the shadow’s whispers, for they herald ruin.”

Licks of shadow magic started to stream from her fingertips. "I said, raise your eyes Shadow!" He ordered. Slowly she did and he sucked in a breath as his gaze met her grey ones. "Missed me?" She asked and he took a shocked step back. "Impossible." He breathed. "How did this happen?!" She raised her hand and long strips of shadows danced between her fingers. "Say your last words you bastard!" She pooled her magic into a spear and sent it hurtling for his heart. He was too late to avoid the missile so the king threw himself to the side. The weapon that had been meant for his heart missed it by a beat and the king collapsed.

"I mean today is the coronation of my future husband. If I am not here, where will I be?" "Until two days ago, he was your husband-to-be, but not anymore because of your own bad omen. You lost him, and now he is only the king of the Dark Shadow Coven. It's best to get away from him, otherwise, the shadow of your infatuation will fall on him too. I don't know where you came from, but we took pity on you and gave you a place in our coven. We gave you the position of Rook, arranged your marriage to the future king of the coven, but you have done nothing but bring bad omens to our coven," said Queen.